The funeral had a huge turnout, I had no idea Edwardo was so well loved. It made start to wonder how many people would come to my own funeral. Seeing as how I have tried my best to live a pretty quiet life and not make a lot of friends, my bet as of right now was not a huge amount of people.
Once the service was over and everyone who was set to say something had. His wife Jill, Patrick, James, and a couple of his closest friends said a few words. I thought it best that I leave before the burial, it seemed to be a more intimate gathering. I was walking out when I approached Jill, she had a small veil over her face, and was crying. I made sure to make my way towards her and pay my respects, Patrick to one side of her, and James to the other.
"I'm sorry Jill," I said and smiled sadly at her
