Ghost BC - Oneshots

What Happens in the Chapel, Stays in Chapel

The passing of Papa Nihil had been expected for months at the Ministry since his health was getting worse, but it had still been a shock. One minute he was playing away on his saxophone in front of his beloved fans and the next moment he had collapsed on the stage, he had gone out the way he would have wanted is what Sister had told Copia. Papa Nihil's casket had been placed in the chapel, he had received visitors when his body had been transported to the unholy church. Mr Sultarian had paid his respects with other higher ranking members of the clergy, they were all planning to come to his funeral which would be held in three days time.

Lingering in the doorway of the chapel Copia was sitting on his tricycle, he had been watching Sister for over thirty minutes. She was sitting on the pew closest to Papa's casket, she was in mourning. Her heart was broken over the death of beloved silly little goat man, she had visited him each day since he had returned to the Ministry. Copia dared not disturb her, he knew Sister needed her alone time. Reversing his tricycle through the doorway he found himself in the hallway outside of the chapel, he was going to have a ride around the unholy church before dinner. Peddling forward he maneuvered his handle bars left, but for some strange reason the tricycle turned right instead. His tricycle crashed into the chapel's doorway, this wasn't the first time it had happened. Resting his feet on the floor he soon heard Sister's voice from inside the chapel, she sounded startled.

" Cardinal, is that you?!" She asked.

" Sorry, sorry..." He replied while climbed off his tricycle. " I didn't mean to scare you, I will go now."

" No, you can stay." She said.

" Are you sure?" He asked.

" Come and sit with me, Cardi." She replied.

" Okay, okay. I can do that." He said.

Copia wheeled his tricycle into dimly lit chapel and along the aisle towards Sister, he could see her sitting on the front pew. His fingers tightened around his tricycle's handle bars, the wheels squeaking while they turned he began to feel nervous. He hadn't visited Papa Nihil much in the chapel, he had been busy lately with his new Papa duties. He parked his tricycle near the front pew and sat down next to Sister, he then looked at her. She wasn't wearing her mourning veil anymore, but he could tell she had been crying again. He had heard her crying more than once in Papa's old office, he tried his best to comfort her by bringing her tea and boxes of tissues. But it never seemed to stop her tears from falling, he didn't know what to do in emotional situations.

" Hello, how are you doing?' He asked, he paused for a moment. " Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that...."

" Don't worry about it." She said.

" Okay, ummm..." He said.

" What's wrong, Cardi?" She asked.

" I'm just worried about you, Sister." He said before he touched her hand. " You need to get some rest, get some sleep. You cannot sit in here for hours, it's bad for you."

" I'll rest when I'm ready." She said.

" I know that, but Papa wouldn't want to see you like this." He said. " I tell you what, I will sit with him. Then you can go for a rest and put your feet up, then I will bring you some dinner. That sounds good, yes?"

" Yes, that does sound good." She said, her gaze lingered on the casket. " You're a good boy, Cardinal. Even if Papa had his doubts about you, I think you're doing just fine."

" I try, I try." He said.

" I'll go and make us some dinner, then I'll go to bed." She said.

" Okay, that sounds very good." He said.