This feels wrong. Everything about this day feels wrong. The sky is bright blue with not a cloud in sight. Aren’t the heavens supposed to weep on days like this? Why am I the only one crying? The suit fits uncomfortably on my body as the sun bears down. The sweat mixes with my tears as the body is lowered in the ground. I look around, and I see boredom across the others’ faces. Why am I the only one who cares? We all played a role in her death, and I’m the only one who feels guilty.