Chapter 57

Mark stood bravely at the open graveside, his eyes fixed on a piece of paper as he stoically read “Stop All the Clocks” by WH Auden.

Roy had also asked me to read something, but left the choice to me. I’d pored over many poetry anthologies and finally came up with “Autumn Rain” The poem talked about how the mourners shouldn’t weep because the deceased isn’t there, he’s various elements of nature, including the eponymous autumn rain.

Finished reading, I folded the piece of paper and slipped it back in my pocket. Mark and I joined hands as the coffin was slowly lowered into the ground.