Who was that? It was hard to place, because her entire family seemed the type to wander away to give each other breathing space, but the rest of them stayed in a tight knot around the grave while only he wandered away. Bobbi didn't know him, but she did-- and she really hoped it wasn't her cousin because he was kind of a cutie. That also ran in the family, she could acknowledge it.
It was thrilling to see people she didn't even recognize at her funeral, because obviously the net her her great influence had been cast further than she realized, only when she turned to enthuse to her pigeon friend it was having none of it. It fluttered then flew away as soon as Bobbi opened her mouth, scattering dry leaves in its departure and making Bobbi protest, "Hey!" Now that stupid bird had done it. As soon as the word was out of her mouth, she turned to stare at the stranger because there was no way he hadn't heard that this close. Quick, recover! Bobbi fell from the branch in another shower of leaves, landing smoothly in the grass with her hands on her hips and just a few twigs in her hair. "Don't you know that that's rude, buster?" she accused. Good save. Mockingbird, bringing justice to the long-deceased and cosmetically defiled.