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The woman nods and looks between the two grieving parents. “So, a graveside memorial service. That can be arranged. Now we just need to pick out the flowers..” She hesitates as she looks between them. “And the coffin.” She says with finality. She knew that would be the most difficult part of this whole process. Picturing their boy in a pine box.

Larry’s skin pales considerably as his grip tightens on his wife’s hand. “I don’t think the flowers matter.. Roses or whatever.” He grimaces and looks over at his wife. He just wanted to finish this. He wanted to go home to his kids and make sure they were okay. He wanted to hold his two remaining sons and never let them go.

       Ally winces considerably at the woman’s words, before pressing her lips tightly into a thin line, while mentally telling herself to breath in and out. She didn’t want to imagine Julian in a coffin, though at the mere mentioning of it, her mind offers her some painful mental images. With a clearing of her throat, Ally shifts and brings her free hand up to rub absently at the back of her neck. “Uh, are there any that we can see? …” She asks.

She felt her pulse rise until it seemed to be pounding away in her ears as she looks over at Larry and swallows thickly. “I mean, a dark mahogany would be good… lilies and roses, a mixture of red, dark crimson, white, and yellow?” Ally offers, the tone of her voice becoming more and more strained as she speaks.