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The action escalates for Cindy.

It is heartening to see so many of his family and friends here today to acknowledge his life and to celebrate it.

"As Christians we know that this is not the end, that as Jesus died for our sins and rose again so, too will our dearly departed one day walk the paths of glory with his nearest and dearest at his side. This is not the end.

"David lived his life surrounded by the love of his family and friends. But there is a limit to how far that love can go and we have now reached that limit. There is no more. Now we must take that love and wrap ourselves in it, remembering the good times for in our memories our loved ones live on and are never truly apart from us."

The minister noticed that the words he was speaking, which he had spoken so often to so many people, bringing them comfort in their darkest times were having strange effects on some of the congregation today. To Luke, for example, closely supported by his friends though he was, they seemed to be like bullets aimed for his heart and he winced at every one, his face growing paler and paler as his eyes grew wider and more bright.

To the close family at the front they seemed to cause varying degrees of discomfort. Emma stared fixedly ahead, her face set and grim. Katie dabbed at her eyes and leaned on her sister while Jonathan squirmed in his seat attempting to surreptitiously look over his shoulder when his grandmother and older sister were not looking. What was he looking at? What was he looking for?

As more words spilled forth the pain they were causing grew ever more evident until the minister began to grow alarmed and cut short what he was going to say, nodding to the organist to warm up for an early beginning on the hymn. He directed the mourners to the correct page in their hymnal and the notes of the organ floated over them as they shuffled to their feet.

Make me a channel of your peace,

Where there is hatred let me bring your love,

Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord:

And where there's doubt, true faith in you.

Make me a channel of your peace.

Where there's despair in life let me bring hope.

Where there is darkness, only light,

And where there's sadness, ever joy.

O, Master, grant that I may never seek

So much to be consoled as to console.

To be understood as to understand,

To be loved, as to love with all my soul!

Make me a channel of your peace.

It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

In giving to all men that we receive,

And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

Again the minister was acutely aware of Luke's voice, strong and pure, almost aggressive in its intensity. He was also acutely aware of the effect it had on the front row. Before the hymn was half over they had all stopped singing. Mrs Davies looked blackly angry, Katie lost, Emma grim and Jonathan... Jonathan was openly in tears for the first time.

Half way through the hymn Luke's voice began to falter and on the last verse it cracked and died. Jonathan, Emma and Katie all turned their head and, when the last notes faded away and the minister directed everyone to sit, all four of them remained on their feet. For the first time he was struck by the resemblance between them.

Luke seemed to be unaware that everyone else had sat. He was rigid, his eyes fixed on the coffin, as if no one and nothing else existed. The other three were fixed on him.

Mrs Davies tried to get her three grandchildren to sit down but only Katie did so, bowing her head and sobbing into her handkerchief. Almost incandescent with rage Mrs Davies stood up and turned around. Shockingly her voice lashed out, startling everyone.

"Abomination! How dare you come here? Isn't it enough that you tried to ruin his life... do you have to ruin his funeral too? And if you cared nothing for him, for your own dignity... what about the children? Couldn't you have spared a thought for them? He was their father Luke, couldn't you have let them say goodbye with dignity?"

If Luke had been rigid before, he was now abs

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