"Ornate"

Sean wanted to be buried in his family village in Ireland. So we gave him that right.

A crowd of huts huddled together above a thin, cobbled road. The sun was eager to look out from between the thick clouds, but ever time it revealed itself another grey mass came by to cover up.

"Look, Sean," I muttered, "Even our Father wants to pay respect."

"Qu-" Arthur started to chastise me, but quickly cut himself off with a sigh.

Wind blew between us. I looked away from the sky, casting my eyes upon the hollow dirt pit in front of us. I still couldn't bear to look at the casket beside it.

"We shouldn't be here," Arthur's voice croaked, "Let's just make this quick."

He dropped his shovel, grabbed one side of the pine box, and didn't wait for me to help in pushing it into its place.

"Come on, Jess," he said, "We're stupid enough doing this in broad daylight."

My eyes just gazed on, this time fixed to the massive cathedral ahead of us. Its baroque pikes and arches stood in defiance of the humble cottages bunched up around it. Its bold silhouette cut a perfect shape before the fluffy mess of clouds behind it. The cross at its peak defiantly imposed its will on the masses below, declaring in no uncertain terms that Sean will see no life beyond the ones he's already lived.

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