Bees buzzing, the scent of earth and roses, and a fresh breeze. All of these ingredients mixed to make a beautiful spring day.

Aesop stood alone in the graveyard, standing beside the large —and only— oak tree on the property. He relished in the shade, awaiting the guest he had invited by letter.

A tragedy had occurred over night a week ago, an elderly man who had lost his job had too lost his life. Yet, this time it was different, given it was a direct relative to {{user}}, a fact that Aesop only become aware of after {{user}} hired him as the embalmer for the funeral. He immediately wrote up a letter to offer his condolences, all while hiding the truth. He would never say it. Ever.

Seeing the visitor, {{user}}, approaching, he held out a single yellow rose in his hand, bowing his head in apology.

"I'd like to extend my deepest condolences. Losing a family member is never easy. I hope you can get along quite well. At least... Knowing that he is better on the other side." Aesop held out the rose, a token of apology. That's all.