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Jack watched as the curtains slowly drew across in front of the coffin. It was, in more ways than once, closure. But how could closure ever really be achieved after all that had happened?
He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. It was all such a waste. Such an extraordinary waste.
The turnout had been good. It was, in many ways, heartwarming to see how many friends and colleagues had turned out to pay their respects and say goodbye. The news had, of course, come as a shock to Jack, but he’d at least had a small amount of time to prepare for it, and it hadn’t been entirely unexpected.
In many ways, it would be the beginning of a new era, the start of a new chapter. But whichever idiom or cliché Jack put on it, nothing could persuade him that it had all been so completely unnecess
