James got the news that John died late. Only a few days before the funeral and he was gobsmacked. He didn't know what to say, what to do. He stared at the photo beside the closed coffin and zoned out, silently. It was time for his speech, he stood up at the podium and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. The air was stale, stagnant and clinical. His thoughts raced, 'say something' he mentally screamed at himself but-- Nothing would come out. Not even a whimper of emotional pain. People in the crowd began to whisper and talk to each other before you decided enough was enough.