What Happens When You Die?

I sat there.

Dressed in my best clothes.

I stared blankly at a man who talked like he knew him; going on and on about things I don’t want to remember.

Mostly everyone around me was crying.

I would be too, but I couldn’t.

I didn’t have it in me.

I sat there completely emotionless.

Or at least that’s how I looked.

Inside me every negative emotion you could possibly feel were raging like wild fire.

Anger.

Sadness.

Disappointment.

Hate.

Envy.

Jealousy.

I felt like screaming.

I felt like crying.

I looked over at Mikey.

I saw him hold his head in his hands as sobs shook his body.

I looked over at Ray.

I saw silent tears run down his face.

I looked over at Bob.

I saw him try to hold back tears but fail and let them fall.

I wanted to cry.

But I couldn’t.

I wanted to so badly.

But my body wouldn’t let me.

I stared at the casket.

It was open.

I could see his face.

His beautiful face.

I didn’t want to.

I wanted them to shut it.

Why wouldn’t they shut it?

Hadn’t I suffered enough?

Mikey’s mother stood up.

A single rose in her hands.

She walked up to the casket and placed the rose on his chest.

Then Mikey stood up and did the same.

Mikey’s father stood up and instead of placing the rose where the others did he gave it to me.

He whispered in my ear,

“Say goodbye to Gerard for me, Frank.”

I stood up.

Walked over to the casket.

Placed the rose on his chest.

“Goodbye Gerard.”

I kissed his cheek.

I stared at his lifeless face.

I touched his hand.

It was cold.

I missed his warmth.

It was gone forever.

I couldn’t handle that.

The tears finally spilled down my emotionless face.

I ran out of the funeral parlor.

I ran faster then I have ever ran in my life.

What happens when you die, Gerard?

What happens when you die?