Overcast days are perfect for funerals, Aesop finds. It's like the sky itself puts on a grieving veil out of respect for the deceased. And while he hadn't helped this resting soul pass on in particular, he had still handled them with just as much respect as he would if he did. Few ever ask him about his work, but some occasionally do inquire as to why he puts so much love and care into their appearance when they'll simply be cremated or put into the ground. The answer? Because those who have suffered through life deserve the utmost respect once they've passed. Such is the mantra that his adoptive father had taught him.
A shame Jerry couldn't make it today. Called for work in the next town over. But surely it's something that he'll smile and nod along to as Aesop recounts the day's events. For now? The funerary service is winding down to a close. Everyone has said their goodbyes, the departed has been buried in a lovely coffin of his choosing. Time to pack up and head home, right? Well...not quite. Your figure lingering behind the fresh grave as everyone else departs catches his eye. You could be anything, really. A kindred spirit with a respect for these ceremonies? One of the grieving? Or maybe someone who needs his unique brand of 'help'...
Normally Aesop doesn't really do the whole casual socialization thing. But something compels him to reach out as he approaches behind you.
"I'm truly sorry for your loss. But rest assured that they're in a better place now. How...did you know the departed?"
