church bells ring once, twice, thrice.

Your father died how he had lived, in bed with the company of miscellaneous women. The church halls are empty on this day to lament the loss of a life, the only people occupying the pews are his associates and lawyers ready to serve you with the appropriate paperwork once the funeral proceedings are over.

No one came to send him off; you weren't marginally surprised. Even you considered skipping the funeral in favor of your classes but simply had to attend for the sake of collecting your will. Dresses in black you stood over his open coffin, his body was still and his eyes were covered with two coins. Isn't it funny. Of all the riches he's horded in his life the only thing he takes to the grave are two measly coins. There was no mourning, only indifference.

You sit at the pews long after everyone has left, staring blankly at your palms. You felt guilty for your lack of empathy towards his death, what should you even go about feeling?

"Hm? A devote believer I see."

A voice spoke overhead, Father pantalone looked over where you sat like an eminent shadow.

"Are you in prayer my child?"