Chapter 35: THE ACCIDENT

TWO DAYS LATER*** IN THE CHURCH≈ 10:00 AM*** * An ancient dirge hymn filled the atmosphere of the church. The entrance door opened, three men including Pablo, Fred and Micheal walked in, dressed in a black tuxedo, with the golden casket of their father on their shoulders. They were all maintaining a straight face as they slowly walked up to the altar. They gently dropped it on a table before the altar. A manservant came to open the casket while the reverend began the funeral sermon. "It's sad news to hear the death of our beloved brother, father, uncle and a friend, Vito Escobar." He began. "Even though he has gone, his memory still remains with us. His good works shall never be forgotten. He has been more than a friend to many, and he has fought a battle that seems so difficult for some." He sighed. "We pray that the good Lord will accept his soul unto his bosom, and to grant him a peaceful rest… until we meet again. Mr Vito Escobar, may his gentle soul rest in peace.