[Ridiculous]

Aisley had carefully arranged the flowers around the casket, they had to be just right. Lilies and white roses adorned the pedestals; Aisely swore she smelled heavily of white lilies, she handled them so often the pollen coated her skin and clothes.

But that was okay, because she loved the smell; they smelled so sweet.

The deep red mahogany of the coffin glowed in the soft yellow lights and the funeral home sat quiet, peaceful. When the flowers had been set up, a couple pedestals either side and a colourful casket spray; orchids and daisies and forget-me-not's.

Aisley smiled at the restful presentation honouring Mr. Prince. She set to work dusting the pews; the windows filtering in daylight which highlighted the dust that was released.

20 minutes later the still silence was broken by some deliberate footsteps.

The double oak doors of the small chapel opened and a lanky old man stepped in. He looked around, a pleased smile on his face.

"The place looks wonderful Aisley, you always do such a great job."

Aisle blushed and mumbled, "Oh, uh, thanks Mr. Iwanski," She kept her eyes focused on her dusting. "But it was nothing." She shot him a small smile awkwardly to show her gratitude.

He chuckled. "Oh Aisley, always more at home with the dead than the living, hm?"

She squirmed a little but agreed with a chuckle. "Yeah."

He smiled and scurried off to the lobby as she finished the dusting and put away the cloth. A few minutes later the priest arrived, and a few minutes after that the funeral party slowly started filtering into the chapel.

Aisley excused herself from the pew she was in to stand to the side of the chapel in the far corner. She laced her fingers in front of her, smiling politely and nodding at anyone who looked her way.