The wake service began and several of Bill’s family members stood up to speak in his behalf. None of them mentioned anything about his police service. They all told touching stories of Bill. Once the family was done, a priest rose and spoke a few comforting words before we all stood and joined him in prayer. Then it was time for the viewing. The funeral home attendants opened Bill’s casket and the ushers filed us down the center aisle. When it was our turn, Achim and I walked up to the casket and peered inside. His face looked plastic and waxy in appearance. He was dressed in a huge turtleneck that bulged out from underneath his suit jacket, and his jaw and right eye were clearly deformed. It had been a painful and brutal death for Bill. The grizzly sight of Bill’s body moved me emotionall
