The grave yard was massive and quiet. There was open space between the tombstones and the grass was moist and fresh. The was nothing but silence that dominated the somber artmosphere. Only dead silence as the priest too few chunks of dry soil from the ground and crushed them in his hand and then he threw them in the freshly dug grave on the brown coffin which was adorned with golden handles. "From dust to dust you shall return. Child of the creator, sleep in peace, in harmony, you shall be granted eternal peace. Young one." He spoke. I looked down. Dyylan's parents were weeping their wits out while embracing each other, saying goodbye to their son. Not many people came to Dylan's funeral given the circumstances of his nature regarding his s****l preferences but there weren't
