"He was a quintessential part of our lives. Of mine, at least. A touchstone. A real gem."
Here she broke down. The crowd watched as she struggled with her tears, as they fought her face and won. She gripped the podium, her knuckles turning white.
"I... I can't... I can't say it."
The people were strangely fascinated, but they were not heartless. They pitied her too.
Finally someone stood and led her away. The minister returned, cleared his throat, and opened his Bible. He read a prayer.
Somehow his borrowed eloquence did not speak the same volumes as her emotional collapse.
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