Tears

Life after death exist for seven minutes, and in those seven minutes your body is dead, but your mind is dreaming. In those seven minutes you relive your life from beginning to end. I guess that means that your life just keeps replaying over and over again, because when you dream, time seems infinite, it is elongated. In a dream, seven short minutes could feel like seventeen long years.
I could be dead, and this could all be a dream... How great would that be?
I wondered what Ryan had dreamnt in those seven minutes. What was life like before he met me, and the others? The thought had crossed my mind several times in the week following Ryan's death. And other times, I thought about how great he could have been if he was allowed more time on this earth...
Mikey and Gerard kept telling me he was in a better place now, but I don't believe in that religion bullshit. When you die, you die. There isn't anything else to it.
Rain clouds hung low in the sky, threatening to release their heavy tears at any moment. I wondered what it would be like to be dead... was it peaceful? Maybe no one actually ever died, our body just transitioned into a state of deep sleep... and maybe you were still aware of everything, and everyone that put you in the ground...
"Frank, are you there?" Ray's voice drew me back into reality.
"Huh..?" Was my delayed, and rather spacey response.
"Dude, are you okay?" Ray asked me. "I've asked you to get out of the car like five times and you just stared at the window." He said.
I blushed profusely, "Yeah, I was just thinking." I said, tripping over my words a little.
"Well, uh let's go." Ray urged.
We were in a grave yard for a funeral. Ryan's funeral to be exact.
The clouds seemed very appropriate for the circumstance.
I nodded and straightened my tie.
We both climbed out of the car, and as we started walking towards where most of our friends were already gathered. Brendon, Patrick, Pete, and Joe were there already, and Gerard and Mikey were behind us, only Lyn-z was missing.
Lilia and her wife Terrie were standing off on the side, whispering to each other quietly. Lilia was crying very quietly.
Then, much to my surprise, I was Danielle Ross. Anger boiled up in my stomach. Danielle was an arrogant, low down, scum. The woman kicked her son out because she didn't like his sexuality, and then she had the AUDACITY to show up at his wake after not talking to him for two years!?
I wanted to go over to her, and bitch slap her but then Lyn-z ran up to us, "Sorry guys! Am I late?" She asked, hugging Gerard. He shook his head, "Nah, you're good. The guy isn't even here yet."
We, of course, all knew who Gerard was talking about, and soon the guy showed up. He was a pastor, and I assumed Danielle hired him, because I knew for a fact that Lilia was an atheist, and so was Ryan for that matter.
The guy spoke for a while before handing things off to Lilia. She spoke for a little while longer, and then the wake was over.
The rain was beating down on us hard, and my little group of friends were huddled up close together, trying to keep warm. We were all crying, but when I looked over to Danielle she had a complete poker face.
She was just glaring at Lilia, who was glaring right back.
We all made our way back to our cars so that we could go to Lilia's house for the reception, which basically meant funeral food. I followed Ray through the soggy grass, and climbed into the passengers seat of his truck.
We sat there in silence for a moment before he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eye, "Frank, you need to snap out of this funk." He told me. "Ryan is okay now, the pain is gone, and he wont suffer anymore." He tried to assure me.
I just began to cry, clinging to Ray desperately.
"It's going to be okay, Frankie." He rubbed my back gently.

Notes

So, yeah. This chapter is short as fuck. Sorry 'bout that!