Over the weekend, at Old Fox's request, not many people attended the funeral.
They were all people who had been relatively close to him.
After being dressed up and placed in the casket, he looked very peaceful.
He didn't look at all like a former mafia boss, the kind of person who would resort to violence and killing at the drop of a hat.
Some people were saddened, some were calm, and some were indifferent.
As Old Fox's only son, Little Fox shouldered the responsibility of delivering the final eulogy.
He reminisced about the past, touched upon every unforgettable moment, and didn't shy away from talking about the "family business" Old Fox had once been so proud of.
No matter what the past had been like, in the end he was lying here today, drawing a final period to his own life.
During this time, Little Fox choked up a few times, but he managed to pull through in the end.
When everything was over, Little Fox still had to take the casket to the outskirts of Sabine City, because his mother was buried there.
Old Fox's wish was to be buried together with his wife.
He hadn't realized while he was alive that she was the person he loved most, and only understood it after she left. He hoped that even in death, he could be buried with her to atone for his past ignorance.
Having attended too many funerals, it was hard for one's emotions to fluctuate much anymore.
People, really, were just too fragile.
This was perhaps why immortality could garner support from so many wealthy people, not only domestically within the Federation, but also from some overseas forces.
From the very day a person was born, they entered a countdown to death. Everyone was unable to