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The order of ceremony had been quite straightforward, only personal tributes and none of the frothy platitudes from strangers doing their job and not knowing the deceased.
No flowers by request, just friends and close family were invited to attend.
She reached out to touch the modest casket, wishing so much is was empty and not containing the husk of the one she had loved all those years.
Acrid cigar smoke made it almost impossible to breathe in the cottage, so she took a certain amount of dark pleasure when a mourner managed to singe his beard.
The buffet was based mainly on eggs as his private circle were mostly vegetarian and he was a chicken breeder of the highest renown.
Good whiskey was available throughout the duration of the wake where everyone was invited to lift their glass in a toast and place a donation in the commemorative dish for his chosen charity.
He would have been proud.
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