Until Death Do Us Appart // Septiplier

chapter seven

"Seán would you like to say a few words."

Mark squeezed Jack's hand comfortingly.

"You can do it Jack"

He whispered. Jack just nodded and stood up, both he and Mark were wearing get blacks suits because they were in the middle of Sara's (Jack's mom) funeral.

Jack approached the front of the church they were in and sighed shakily.

"I don't really know what to say to be perfectly honest... That's partly because I didn't prepare a speech, but that's typical me, and because I never really got to spend time with Mom.

She was great with one subject both me and Sophie have in common: boy trouble."

Everyone gave a mild chuckle.

"When I was young, Mom spent most of her time with Sophie... And obviously Dad was always on the farm or... Or watching his game... Or just too busy for for me in general. If I had a problem I always had to go to Stéphen about it. But when I did get those precious, select few moments with Mom I felt like...like..."

Mark could see that Jack was about to- oh no he was crying because he was using his sleeve to wipe his eyes, Mark stood up walked to him and handed him a tissue.

"I felt like everything in the world was OK... And I didn't have to be scared... Or worried... Or upset about anything...

My only regret I will take to my grave.... Is that I wish I was there... I wish I'd known... I wish I could've been a better son..."

There was tears streaming down Jack's face now. He walked off the stage and sat down with Mark's arms around him. Jack was the last reader and his last words struck everyone like an icy breeze on a cold day. The funeral church session was over, now you could either go into the back room regarding the will, or go out to see Sara get buried. Jack didn't want to do either. Mark cooed soothing words to Jack while stroking his green hair. His brother, Stéphen, approached.

"Seán yeur on the will little man."

"If Mark can't come. I'm not going."

"Mark can come"

Stéphen then looked at Mark and mouthed 'is that OK?'. He nodded, he do anything for Jack.

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"..And finally to my little Seán:

- I leave my special ring that you always liked to wear.
- the quilted blanket you slept under when you were scared or ill your 'Sicky blanket' as you called it.
- the family portrait with me you and your dad on
- 60% of my wealth (€4'000'500)"

Stéphen was reading out the will. He handed Jack a check in dollars.

"Here Seán. I converted it to dollars for yer. $4'440'555, yeur other stuff is right over there. And if I don't see yer again..."

Both brothers hugged each other. Jack had already said goodbye to his Dad and Sophie.

"Mark?..."

Jack asked after parting with his brother.

"Mhmm?"

"Can ye help carry this stuff?"

Mark nodded and picked up the portrait first, then the blanket whereas Jack took the check and the ring in the leather box. He didn't want to carry anything heavy because his arms were shaking.

"The taxi is over there. The receptionist was so nice getting our things in the car so we don't have to go back there."

Jack just nodded and walked to the car, he climbed in the backseat while Mark was putting the other stuff in the boot.