The church bells methodical toll was the only sound as the people filed out. Every one of them shakes a somber man’s hand as they exit, tears glisten on every visitor’s eye. Wide-eyed children stare at their grave parents, unaware of the tragedy they’ve witnessed.

As soon as the last person has paid their respects, the Reverend closes the church doors, and the family is left alone to grieve for their dead.

A sobbing mother is comforted by her eldest daughter. Drying her tears, the mother tucks a fray of her daughter’s hair behind her ear. Another sob breaks through as she watches the soft strands glow in the light, exactly how her younger daughter’s hair used to shine.

The older daughter’s husband, a lawyer, speaks with his father-in-law regarding after-burial arrangements.

“She was eighteen, so all of her possessions go to her family unless otherwise stated in her will.”

“She turned eighteen a few days ago. She never had time to write a will, or any reason to.” The father says dismally.

“Did she have a boyfriend? Sometimes personal objects get sent to significant others in the event of death, with the parents' consent of course.”

The father’s eyes glaze over as he pictures his dead daughter. Her layered golden-brown hair always made her ruby lips stand out.

“Mr. Williams?” The son-in law pauses, “Otto?” The father snaps him out of his trance. “Did Claire have a boyfriend?”

“No. None I was aware of.” He sighs as he looks towards his daughter’s encased body, cursing the drunk driver who caused her premature death.