Kevin was still barely able to speak, to ANYONE, much less to everyone.
Wearing an all-black suit, his hair slicked back nicely, wearing (for once) no eyeliner or makeup at all, save for black nail polish, the eldest Van Warren sibling walked up to the casket, forgoing the microphone to kneel at the casket, whispering to nobody in particular.
"I'm so sorry, Lucy... I wish I could have protected you... I'll have to live with this the rest of my life... I hope you forgive me, honey... because *I* never will."
Getting back up, he silently walked back to his seat, that blank, dead look still on his face.