Do Not Weep For Me

The Funeral Of Alex Brown

"We are all gathered here today to celebrate the shortlived life of Alex Brown." The minister of our church began at the funeral of my best friend. "Alex Brown died at the young age of 17. He survived by his mother claire, his father Jeremy and his two sisters, Lane and Rebecca. Alex was a bright student, kept good grades and even helped tutor some kids. He also was one of the highschools star athletes. He was loved by many and hated by few.. Alex, though gone far too soon, is in a better place now." The minister continued, before closing with a prayer. *In a better place? Bullshit. His better place was me.* I thought to myself, tears swelling within my eyes, keeping them locked onto the open casket that my best friend laid lifeless in. After the prayer was done they invited us row by row to say our last goodbyes, the Brown's and I were first to go. I almost couldn't allow myself to stand, but what type of friend would I be if I didn't say goodbye. I stood, feeling sick to my stomach as I followed the Brown's, letting them say goodbye first, as long as they needed to. After a while they all sat down, their sobs could be heard throughout the church. It was my turn. I peered down into the casket, Alex's face was pale, cold and almost rubber like due to whatever preservatives they pumped into his body or whatever. They had him in a long sleeved suit which I knew he would have hated, but I wouldn't dare say anything considering they just lost their son and were trying to cover up how he died. I'll save you the gory details, just know the place looked like a murder scene. End of act 17, Alex Brown's Life. Oh, that's something you should know about me, I hide my pain with humor. That will help you understand me a little better throughout this. I said my goodbye and gave Alex a small kiss on the forehead, the tears now streaming down my face. For the first time in my life I didn't care who was looking at me. I know how stupid I looked, hovering over a lifeless body, blubbering. In that minute I didn't care.