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Ye shall gather
And all shall mourn,
Read the simple invitation
Sent to everyone in town.
“A funeral for whom?”
They all wanted to know.
But even the mortician had no clue.
“No one has died,” said he,
“No bodies this week.”
October 15, was the given date
For the whole town to meet.
And on that day they all did gather,
Despite the full confusion,
For they desired to learn
The mysterious note’s conclusion.
When they arrived
An ebony casket,
Lined in violet velvet,
Opened wide without a body
Crowned the pale, elegant room.
“What is this?” They ask each to the other.
“Who died?” A child says to her mother.
No one knew
Just what this all was for,
Yet they sat in rows
Overflowing the door.
“Welcome here, my guests.”
A pleasant voice called.
And everyone stared in wonder
At the man upon the stage.
Virgil St. Claire,
The town recluse
Was all dressed up in a designer suit.
“Why are you all here?” He desired to know.
“But a better question is why are you?”
Asked his former best friend.
Virgil St. Claire hadn't seen the light of day
For going on twenty years,
All shut up and locked away
Since his eighth birthday.
“Who would invite you?” A woman scoffed,
Unsettled by Virgil’s presence.
“I would,” he replied,
“The same why I invited all of you.”
The townsfolk were all mixed up,
Still trying to figure things out.
Amazed by the young aristocrat,
Whom they had exiled long ago,
A ghastly, unsettling show.
“Ladies and gentlemen please,” Virgil spoke,
“We are in a house of mourning,
Let us show some respect.”
“But for who?” They echoed together
“Who belongs in the casket?”
A gentle laugh left Virgil’s lips,
A hand in his pocket as he spoke;
“We gather here today
To mourn the death
Of Virgil St. Claire.”
There were gasps and elations of surprise
As the young man took a gun,
And placed it to his temple.
“Goodbye to all,” he said with a smile,
“I forgive your scorn.”
And thus the whole town watched
As his pale finger pulled the
Trigger
And his brain exploded onto the flowers.
On that day, a whole town gathered
For the funeral of a young recluse
Who didn't want to die
Alone.
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:iconvaleriecfrechmann:
ValerieCFrechmann Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I love this. I beyond love this.
You caught my attention quickly and the ending was superb.

Lovely work.
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you.
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:iconpeteysforest:
PeteysForest Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I give it 100 stars out of 5. I was intrigued from the very beginning and I loved the ending even more.
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:iconwhyles:
Whyles Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. 
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EvilScarrlett Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
oh, so sad.
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