Barrick Kelly died at the age of 88 that day. It was a sunny summer day, when he died peacefully in his sleep and his granddaughter found him. He was a man who would be greatly missed, for he was much beloved by the townsfolk.
His funeral was even more beautiful than his wedding. Everything was covered in the white roses that he cared for, as if they were sending him off themselves... Truly, it was a sight that would have brought the man himself to tears.
I shed tears for him as well, as I watched from a distance. He and I had been friends once, long ago. "Drinking Buddies", was often what he would call us, though he was the one that drank, and I merely offered advice.
The death of his wife was what had drove him to drink. I, on the other hand, was concerned about this sensitive and lonely individual,...