Candlelight Funeral

I hate cemeteries. What's even worse is when people want their funeral to be at night. Although it's not quite dark, the sun is starting to set, covering the town in long shadows. I walk through the small cemetery to an area lighted by candles. Just how he would have liked it - a funeral by candlelight. He always was a hopeless romantic. 

Although, for some reason the dancing candlelight  seemed to make the cemetery come alive with the flickering of shadows. If this were a scene in a movie, I'd be yelling at myself to run, but instead I move closer to the small gathering. I had wanted to come a little early so I could pay my respects and get the hell outta here before it gets dark. Everyone knows that only bad things happen after dark.

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