John erupted at that. "Please what Mycroft? Please forgive you? Please not judge you? Look! Look down there" he pointed down the hill where a small assembly of people clothed in black stood around a gaping hole in the ground making small talk to each other. "Do you know what those people are here for? YOUR BROTHER IS LYING DEAD IN A COFFIN, AND YOU'RE ESSENTIALLY THE PERSON WHO PUT HIM THERE." John knew he needed to get away before he caused a scene. Or punched Mycroft in the face, whichever came first.