บท 164: Burying kindness

The next day at the cemetery in Skellington town, people gathered around Katherina Moriarty's casket in the already dug ground. 

The young Moriarty boy stood next to his father, clothed all in black, wearing a black coat with fur around its neck and lapel. His sister Marceline was nowhere to be seen with them or in the cemetery. 

The priest had been summoned to perform the burial ceremony and spoke about Katherina's soul, which was now resting in peace. The priest's voice was pushed to the background as Vincent watched his mother take her longest sleep, knowing she would never wake up again. After all, it was him who had closed her eyes to hide her sight from the awful world that had taken her away from him.