Putting the 'Fun' in Funeral

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TW: Mentions of the Kelvin manor and the dead children

The church's sorrowful bells tolled, their song flowing through the damp March air. Thin white clouds covered and splashed against the grey British sky. It seemed even the sky was depressed with the events transpiring in the beautiful stone church sitting in the middle of a grassy field. Four servants carried a beautiful, sleek, black coffin from the chipped stairs of the church down a worn dirt path. The four men were following an Undertaker in black robes and accompanied by five mourners in layers of black. Three mourners wore elegant dresses black as the night, and the rest wore the finest black suits they had. They all matched the man inside the coffin, their dearly departed friend Sebastian the butler.

The butler was wrapped in a clean uniform, as it was the only outfit he seemed to own, and laid in a bed of lilies as white as his shirt and gloves. Even in death, Sebastian appeared pristine.

Everyone seemed to be holding back choked sobs as the Undertaker slowly shoveled heaps of soil onto the coffin that now sat at the bottom of a six foot hole. Each time the Undertaker's shovel pierced the earth and flung its contents onto the coffin, the onlookers lost more and more of their composure. Agni, Bard, and Finny, three of the coffin bearers, all had red eyes and tears threatening to spill over. Soma, Elizabeth, Mey-Rin and Y/N already had streaks of tears running down their cheeks, the ladies' mascara and makeup beginning to run down their faces mixed with their salty tears. The Undertaker, Tanaka and Ciel were the only ones whose faces were void of any traces of tears, though Tanaka did appear to be experiencing a small bit of sorrow.

It felt like it took ages for the Undertaker to cover the coffin in dirt, but once it was done, the dead butler's best friends set their bouquets of white lilies before his gravestone. As Agni hugged Y/N closer, she peaked through her watering eyes to read what had been inscribed on her best friend's grave.

To the memory of

Sebastian Michaelis

Died March 1889

May ye be in Heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead

Y/N choked back a laugh. What a wicked sense of humor Earl Phantomhive had to put that on his butler's gravestone.

Once Y/N and Agni moved away from the grave, Ciel and the Undertaker walked closer to it. The Earl had been silent all day, and the Undertaker was uncharacteristically serious. Neither wore their smug grins that everyone had grown so used to seeing on their lips. It was this lack of joy that caused Lady Elizabeth to cry out as she threw her arms around her fiancé, almost knocking him over. "Ciel! Sebastian is such a liar!" The Lady sobbed as tears ran down her face, falling onto Ciel's. "He vowed he would never leave your side, how could he do this?"

"Don't cry, Ciel!" Soma choked as he too threw his arms around Ciel. "'Cos we'll always be together, okay?"

"Forever and ever!" Lizzie cried.

These proclamations touched the others' hearts as Finny cried louder, hugging a sobbing Y/N and Mey-Rin closer. Agni joined them, burying his face into Y/N's shoulder as she whispered reassuring promises that she would never leave him in his ear. "I promise, I'll never leave you," Y/N muttered again and again to her friends and Ciel.

"Both he and I are truly fortunate to have people who care for us so much," Ciel sighed softly. He was actually smiling, for once. "Come, let's return to the house."


It took everyone about half an hour to collect themselves, ridding their faces of their sorrow and tears. Finny clung onto Bard while Soma and Ciel held onto Y/N as they all turned away from the newest headstone. There was only the sound of their feet crushing the soil clumps beneath them until a small jingle rang through Finny's ears, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Did someone else hear that?" Y/N mumbled, not sure if maybe she and the gardener were hearing things. But then the bell rang again. And again.

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