The mourners wore black. The Doctor wore every other colour. He told Peri that funerals should be a time of celebration. “Life is ephemeral for the individual, but eternal for society.”
Peri replied that the melancholy atmosphere at funerals was necessary. The Doctor shushed her. “Killjoy.”
On his other side, a friend of the deceased was sobbing her heart out. Passing her a heliotrope handkerchief, he placed a kindly hand on her arm. “He was a happy man,” he told her. “In his memory, let happiness prevail.”
Helen A looked at this brightly garbed stranger. She would do her best.
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