As I walked down the corridor of the funeral tent with overwhelming grief coursing through my veins and eyes filled with tears, I saw a coffin, a piece of red velvet come out nicely from the coffin. I walked towards the corpse and he was wearing a nice suit, a tie and shiny shoes. His eyes were closed and his lips formed into an energetic smile; there he is, my grandfather. He lay there peacefully. It was sad to see such a kind soul confined and confined to a wooden box. It irritates me to see his eyes closed, his arms closed, and his lips formed into an energetic smile. He was someone who kept his arms open to all who needed comfort and seeing his arms closed made my heart uneasy. The tent was filled with almost the entire city consisting of family, friends, relatives, co-workers and people he cared for. I sat next to my mother hugging her tightly and silently telling her that everything will be okay. When I looked to the right side of the stage, I saw a group of people walking towards the podium from their seats. As they react...