Attending a funeral? But I don’t know the deceased. Is it appropriate?
Han Qi looked at the photo of the deceased next to the coffin. It was a boy with a bright smile. He didn't know when the photo was taken. It looked like a student who was still in school. If it was a recent photo taken within a few years, then
The deceased may not have been 25 years old yet.
very young.
Except for the period of childhood when he couldn't remember anything, and the more than ten years of studying and going to school, his life has just begun, just like a flower that has experienced wind and rain, but is picked by the hand of fate when it is about to bloom, and then...
There is no time to bloom.
"Thank you, Father. What's his name?"
"Kyle Adams."
Han Qi asked about the time when the funeral would end. The priest estimated that it would be completed before two o'clock in the afternoon, so Han Qi decided to stay and attend the funeral. It was such a pity to die in his 20s. Even if Han Qi heard about it, he would feel unbearable.
.
He quickly visited the church and then sat on a chair in the church to wait for the family members of the deceased.
His parents were the first to come in.
Only then did Han Qi know that the priest was the uncle of the deceased and the brother of the father of the deceased.
Both parents look very young, and they look like they are less than forty years old, but both of them are very pale. Their only son died of a terminal illness when he was in his 20s. This is something that no parent can face.
Right pain.
Seeing a stranger in the church, the priest introduced Han Qi.
"This is a tourist from Asia. He happened to come over during this time, so I invited him to attend the funeral."
"Welcome, which country are you from?" the woman asked.
"Huaxia, I'm from Huaxia."
"Kyle also went to China before his death. He came back and told us that it was the most beautiful country he had ever seen. Thank you for coming to his funeral. If he were still alive, he would definitely take you all over Tromsø.
…Woooo…”
The beautiful pictures in her mind and the cruelty of reality made her almost collapse, and her tears kept flowing down.
The father of the deceased hugged his wife and said sadly: "I'm sorry."
Han Qi sighed and said: "May God be with you. It is difficult to lose your son. I hope you can find the strength you need during this time."
Gradually, more and more people came to the church and found seats to sit down.
Han Qi sat in it and was not conspicuous at all.
The priest read the eulogy.
"Today is 2020, September 18th. We lost a kind angel. In Kyle Adams's life, he was always full of joy and vitality. He was willing to help others, loved to help neighbors, and loved to travel. He loved to travel throughout his life.
Traveled to 6 countries... He was very humorous, and his humor often had meaning beyond humor itself. In the last moments of his life, his relaxed and humorous jokes made people full of joy in a world full of worries about others. He was in a world full of terror and hysteria.
In this environment, at least one heart is great and healthy. The terminal illness knocked down his body, but it could not knock down his heart..."
There were gradually sounds of sobbing around.
In such an environment, even if Han Qi didn't know this person, his nose felt sore when he listened to the eulogy.
Although I have never met him, we can see from the surrounding comments and eulogies that he is an optimistic and very kind person, and he is only 23 years old this year, a few years older than Han Qi himself. He has traveled to China, and
Han Qi was very moved by the high praise for China.
The crying made the atmosphere in this church very sad.
After attending the funeral in the church, the coffin was transported to the cemetery for burial.
The cemetery is located within the city and on the edge of a busy road. Those who don't know better think it is a small park.
When Han Qi accompanied them here, he found that the environment here was really good, even more beautiful than the park. The tall and lush trees blocked the noise of traffic and crowds outside. Walking up a quiet path up the mountain, it suddenly seemed like
The sun is getting warmer, and even God can't bear to let the cold here.
The pit has been dug, just put the coffin down.
There is no China in Europe. It is necessary to put down the coffin according to the auspicious time, that is, what time, minutes, seconds, and seconds. If this person is put down, his real life will be truly over. From now on, he can only live among his friends and family.
In memories.
The sound of bagpipes sounded like a sad song. In such an environment, even such a sacred tune could not interrupt the sadness of the people around him.
Han Qi asked others and found out that the name of the bagpipe music was: Scottish Highland Cathedral.
His father took out a tape recorder and said, "Kyle made a recording before he died and told me to play it on his coffin after he died."
There were a few very young people placing the coffin. They felt very heavy along the way. A few girls cried from time to time. They should be Kyle's friends or classmates. After hearing what the uncle said, they helped turn on the tape recorder.
Placed it on the coffin and pressed the play button.
Everyone was quiet, and even the sobbing of some people became quieter.
A somewhat dull voice sounded as if he was being imprisoned somewhere.
"hello?"
Han Qi looked at the coffin below.
This sound?
From the coffin? Or...the tape recorder?
"hello?"
After saying hello a few times and finding no one responded, there was a knock on the door, or the sound of knocking on wood, as if Kyle had come to life and was knocking on the coffin. At this time, many people laughed.
Explain to those around you who are looking frightened or confused:
"This is Kyle, this is his style. If it were him, he would definitely play something fancy at his funeral."
And everyone also heard that the sound came not from the coffin, but from the tape recorder.
So there was more laughter.
"Is there anyone here? Dong Dong Dong, let me out!!"
"Where the hell am I? hello? hello!!!"
"Let me out, it's too dark in here, where am I? I just heard someone say my name? Is it my uncle? Damn he's a priest, stop laughing, hello? I can hear you, ha.
Here you go!!! Let me out, please.”
"Hoo ho... I'm trapped in the box. No one has found it yet. I'm dead. Can you hear me? Hello again!!! Hello!"
The tone gradually became calmer and full of musical tone, but it was very unprofessional. It should have been Kyle singing casually.
"Hello, hello, I just want to say goodbye, goodbye, I have to take the first step, friends."
Han Qi's image of Kyle became clearer and clearer in his mind. This was a man who, even though he was terminally ill, still wanted to bring happiness to his family and friends, just like what the priest said.
