When i was around 10 or so, out local bishop or something died and the whole school was brought to the cathedral to see his body in an open-casket. It sounds really bad but i couldn't stop sniggering to myself. I mean the least that they could do for someone that important to the town was make sure his mouth was shut and his eyes were closed. Both my granddads are dead, i only ever met one of them. Grandmothers are next. That's just the way it goes. I've never cried at a funeral, i've only ever felt sorry for the people they've left behind.
btw Spatvark, i wouldn't be so intent on letting go if it was me. I'm a demon for revenge and if it was me, i would've made sure that the father suffered.
