As the Wheel Turns

Grandfather’s wake, it was the most silent one I’ve ever been in. There was no crying. No talking nor whispering. Not even a slight creak of the wooden benches.

Grandfather, a few days ago, he just stopped breathing for no reason at all. Declared dead immediately.

I guess people are easily declared dead when they’re seventy.

Still silent. So silent.

Then, a slight tapping. Tap, tap, tap.

Tapping on glass. It kept getting louder.

All heads turn to the coffin. A scream. More screams. People running. Fainting.

Grandfather’s wake, it was the noisiest one I’ve ever been in.