The minister finished the eulogy. Quiet, soft piano music faded up and filled the hush. A low electronic hum started, the wheels of the conveyor gradually turning.
He was supposed to have protected him. That was his job, to be the rock, the guardian against all that the world could throw at them. He had failed.
He stood up and managed to control his shaking legs. He could hear the whispers and pitiful mutterings behind him as he stepped forward.
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