You glance around to see if Markus had came, but the place was packed and everyone looked the same, so you gave up and settled on a small plasic chair. The white chairs were lined neatly, and before was a casket.

Carl.

Your hands shook slightly as you tried not to think about him, or how it would feel to be trapped in that insanely small box with no air. Dead people didn't need to breath. But it was awful knowing that even when they died, their bodies would never be free.

Leo sat next to you, grumbling about getting this over with, and wondered aloud how much money he was getting.

You tightened your knuckles and fought the urge to slap that little fucker, knowing he was your only family member now. No, even worse, brother.

In a way, you was so upset with Carl. How could he just leave like that, with you having nobody except a certain douchebag who couldn't even take care of himself? Leo smelt faintly of drugs and cigarettes, and his hair was unkempt and wild. You didn't want this person taking care of you!

And how could Markus betray you, leave you when you needed him the most?

Just then, a man in a black hoodie took a seat next to you just as the process was to begin.

"You look nice." He mumbled softly, so only you could hear. You sucked in your breath.

Markus.

"Well, I feel like crap, especially since you left us." Markus flinched, and you wondered if you went too far.

But then the blaring of bagpipes started, to a tune of amazing grace, and everyone started fumbling their purses and pockets for hankies, before he could reply.

"Let's talk later, (Y/n). I'll meet you at the store next to Bellini paints. I don't want Leo listening in, or anyone else." He whispered, before getting from his seat. The chair legs scraped against the grass, but no one noticed his absence.

And just like that, he had disappeared again.

'Carl Manfred was an amazing painter, and an even better person once you get to know him. He has inspired so many with his work, and his friends and family will miss him dearly. Bless him, and may he rest in peace.

May we not forget that when he loved, he loved all. Is there not a human devoid of hatred? Anger, fury, sadness? But Carl taught us to love, and we will always remember that.'