The Coffin

I watched as it was slowly carried away, into the church. We all watched, not knowing what was happening. He was with us this morning, and now he’s gone… Everything was grey, the colors that were once so beautiful seemed so dull.
“Excuse me sir, do you know his family, could you contact them later?” said the policemen.
“Sure” I said, which came out as a whisper.
The policemen left leaving us with him, alone. I could still not believe that he was gone; he has been my best friend ever since we were 6. I wanted to do something for him, so I decided to get his trumpet. He has always loved his trumpet, and it has now become a part of him. Looking at it immediately reminded me of him, how he could never survive a day without it; he was just playing it this morning.
“I’m going to get his trumpet,” I said, to my other friends. After I got it I took it to the coffin and slowly opened the lid not daring to look.
“Oh My God” I screamed!
The others quickly ran over.
“They all stared at the coffin, dumbstruck”
“Who is he?” I asked.