The sun beat down hot and bright, clouds absent in the wide expanse of blue.

'Not quite the weather for a funeral' Ava thought, tugging at her black lace gloves and stared absentmindedly in front of her, she say primly, the bench hard under her as she listened to the priest.

"We gather here today to celebrate the memory of our beloved brother, Kenneth Alvin McQueen"

In the silence that reigned in the cathedral, the priest voice droned on, seeming to echo from off the high ...