
They buried him on Christmas morning, a long procession of mourners grieving in the blowing snow. Lilian Payne steadied herself on her husband's arm, watching with dead eyes as her remaining children tossed handfuls of dirt onto the top of the coffin. She felt as though her soul was on fire, blazing with the pain of the loss of her young son.

Father Bradley: "In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our brother Tristan Simon Payne; and we commit his body to the ground."

Father Bradley: "Earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless him and keep him, the Lord make his face to shine upon him and be gracious unto him and give him peace. Amen."

Stewart: "And am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly into a world unknown…"

Stewart's voice was strong, rising above the crying of the funeral goers in an almost otherworldly fashion. The weight of his wife on his arm was the only thing rooting him in the here and now, the only thing holding him together.
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My God, after I finished reading the previous part, I didn't expect Tristan to be dead so soon after! I thought the fever had just gotten worse or something and that I had time to prepare for it!
Great job on the burial scene, though I'm saddened beyond words about the events.
Weird sounding, maybe, since it's a funeral but... can't help it. Wow!
That's from Patrick Wolf's song 'Tristan' isn't it? I seem to remember those words from his video! I love the Wolf quote, it's so fitting!