The Funeral

“Well, this is quite a bore isn’t it Junior?�?
“Oh, I don’t know, I’m enjoying it.�?
The two brothers smiled at each other as they sat side by side in stiff black suits made specifically for them by a well-known designer. If one hadn’t meet the two boys, one could observe a striking resemblance between the two that would soon dissolve away over the time of acquaintance. They both have black hair slicked back by gel and slight tans although John was slightly paler than Junior. Their gray eyes could see through facades of others and their peaked noses gave a sense of air to them. Their faces are both clean-shaven and strong cologne can be smelled throughout the church, which originates from them. John was a little less fit than Junior and had boyish cheeks, which made him a favorite among the younger women. The church, which their father is now lying in, reflects the two middle-aged brothers. Extravagance in the stained glass, the priests robe, and the detailed artwork in the stone walls matched the brother’s love for looking as good as possible in public. Around the two brothers one could observe small sniffles by middle-aged women with little white handkerchiefs attached to their noses, children’s suits rubbing against wooden pews in restlessness, and old men with furrowed brows calculating how much longer the service would be and if they could meet their mistresses for dinner. The brothers did not notice these actions though because they had issues more pressing that occupied their thoughts. Their father had just passed away and they couldn’t help but wonder how much money was left to them and what they would do with it. Junior thought that he would take his wife on a cruise, but was afraid of leaving his children with a babysitter for a long period of time. Therefore, he was thinking that a trip to Paris with the children might be nice. John’s wife was constantly complaining about the size of their house in relation with the neighbors. A day did not go by when John didn’t hear her whine behind a curtain as workers added to the Weverly or Jacobs home. He figured after the funeral he could call a contractor and interior designer and start getting plans made for renovation. As the brothers sat the priest began to drone on and on in sermon until even the most devote couldn’t help but yawn a few times. John looked down at his expensive platinum watch as fingers of his other hand drummed against his pant leg. John leaned over to Junior and whispered “When on Earth will this be over?! Christ, father probably wrote in his will that he wanted his funeral longer than usual just to annoy us!�? Junior smirked at the comment, but keep his gray eyes on the priest. When the priest was done a young man with red hair and watery blue eyes left the front pew and sat down at the organ. He cracked his knuckles in one quick gesture and then began to play an unrecognizable tune. The brothers stood up and began the line that would pass the coffin of a great tycoon. Junior said goodbye to his father first. He pushed back his slicked hair and sighed a tired mans sigh as he stared skeptically at a man he once feared and admired. Junior could detect a slight smile on his father’s face, which sent chills up his spine. John was next in line. A wave of emotion swept over him as he stared at the man he loved so much. His father taught him everything he knows in business and never gave him the gratitude he deserved. After a moment John couldn’t handle his emotions any longer and turned away from his father as he followed his brother out of the church doors. Junior and John had decided before the funeral not to have an audience while their father would be buried. The idea of watching their father go into the ground was too much for them to handle. Because of this, they decided to go to their lawyer’s office where their fathers will would be read. Two separate limousines awaited their arrival outside. The sun was absorbed by the two brothers black suits, making their descents into their separate limousines a hurried one and good-byes to each other forgotten. Once Junior was in the car, he couldn’t shake that smile and would not for years to come. John began to think about the time he spent with his father while in his car, resulting in a silent, masculine cry.