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The coffin was placed in the center of the room.The body was lying there with a peaceful look.The face, although aged,had a tiny smile.The eyes seemed to flutter.
The air was redolent with the smell of rose petals,incense sticks.There was a small lamp glowing quietly in dignity.There was religious music playing.
A bee was droning in the room,confusedly.The people were watching confusedly too.Were they to burst into tears?Sing his praises?Should they be resigned and accept his death?
Whispers wafted across as they described the dead man's plight.How he loved,how he lived.He had been a man who had sired two sons.They had drifted away each seeking his own
destiny.But they could not remain dry-eyed once they heard of his death.They had burst into spontaneous tears.He had been a good father,a good uncle,a true son,a gentle and playful husband,a loving grandfather,a skilful caring doctor.
Nobody would replace him.His clothes would never be touched again by him.His instruments would never be touched again by him
                What people could not get over was the man's wry sense of humor,his subtle charm,his love and his gentle remonstrances were often  misconstrued for cynicism  .But nobody really understood what a kind,caring,intelligent
man he was until they delved deeper into whatever he had said or done.Old age and disease may have mellowed him down and he had succumbed to medical complications.But his soul had passed away into the unknown gently much like the joss sticks that emanated soft warm perfume.So all that was left was ashes and an aroma that haunted people's reminiscences for years to come.
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