He stood back from the crowd, barely able to hear the priest.
It was fine weather for a funeral. He didn’t want to get too close. The body was being lowered, still riddled with the undetected poison that brought it there. Not that it mattered, when it’s six feet under, its hardly relevant. It was nice to observe the people who turned out. He watched his family and friends drop flowers and messages onto the coffin as it disappeared. He saw so many sad faces. It was consoling to know that they really cared.
Then he spotted her.
He could hardly believe it. “After what she did, she has the audacity to actually come and watch me being buried,” he thought.
As a vapourish spirit, he floated to her side, and went… “Boo!”