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    Katherine walked quickly and caught up to Mrs. Jiang. She grabbed her hand and assisted in escorting her to the front row. On the way a few people reached over and touched them or hugged them. Mrs. Jiang began to weaken at the knees and grabbed hold of Katherine’s hand to maintain her balance. Jiang’s family slowly processed up the aisle as the organist played Morning Has Broken . The organist was an older black man named Johnson. No one knew if Johnson was his first, last or middle name, but every knowledgeable funeral director knew that Johnson played the best pipe organ in the area. The Jiang family did not skimp on this funeral. They paid Johnson $2000 to play for up to three hours. The total cost of the funeral was $450,000 which was easily covered with Jiang’s $20 million life insurance policy.
    Inside the basilica, the room was full of people who knew Katherine and Alan from work, school and business. Some neighbors showed up and a few folks from the golf club were in attendance. The room was decorated with cherry blossoms, lilacs and white roses. A burgundy rug guided the eyes towards Jiang’s coffin which was a cotton white shiny vessel at the front of the room. Flowers and mixed height white candles surrounded the casket; the candle light flickered and reflected, creating a halo effect. There wasn’t much natural light coming in through the stained glass windows due to the lack of sunlight. Each of the windows carried a stained glass image of Jesus and the 12 apostles, even Judas. Each of the apostles had a white dove somewhere in the glass image, signifying the presence of the Holy Spirit. However, the window depicting Judas didn’t have a dove, but instead a crow and a small satanic figure wrapped around his left leg.
    All of the rows in the basilica were filled with people except for the first five rows on the left side of the church, reserved for family and closest friends. At the center of the aisle was Alan’s body pale and stiff, stitched back together by the finest morticians. Mourners processed, passed by his body, and touched his hand. Some made the sign of the cross over their chests as they paid their respects. Katherine dropped a tear and wiped it away swiftly before she turned her face towards the crowd. She looked at the crowd and tried to pick out the faces of friends and foes. There has to be someone in here happy that he is gone. She tried not to think about it, but it had crossed her mind so many times. Which one of these bastards killed my husband?
     
    Abby stood outside smoking as she leaned against the glass windows. She was there for about 10 minutes analyzing the guests. She stood, wondering if any guilty parties would show up; and if so, she wondered who they were. Was the wife in on the killing? She knew there was something corrupt brewing by the way everyone’s whispers on the way in were followed with fake hugs, smiles and kisses. Abigail decided she was bored with it. Her questions would never be answered by stalking the funeral guests. She wished she could go inside and view the body, but came to her senses as soon as the silly thought crossed her mind. She finished her cigarette and flicked it into the street puddle. It let off a soft hiss as water hit the flame. She walked back into the pub, thinking about looking back only once but never doing so. More limos arrived at the basilica carrying guests to the funeral. 
    Chapel and Case was closed for the day for all employees except for maintenance and security workers. Maintenance staff was given a partial day and free to leave at 2 pm. Security, unfortunately for them, was necessary 24 hours a day. Last Christmas security staff was sent home at 1 pm in the afternoon. The next morning when people came back to work there was a 10 foot snowman sodomizing another snowman in the rear with his four foot crystal penis. The Thanksgiving before that, someone had strung a few raw turkeys from the company logo. The turkeys