Chapter 24: Churches of Mourning and Death

Inside the car radio, a news broadcast came on.

"The fire at Midtown High School occurred while the school was hosting a regional football championship game, and it was reported to have been a fire caused by an inadvertent electrical circuit catching fire, and other witnesses mentioned a short-circuiting of equipment on the bandstand.

The old Toyota made a U-turn and headed toward the church near Midtown High School.

Uncle Ben, who was driving, sighed slightly as he listened to the voices on the radio.

"What a tragedy, I hope the dead rest in peace.

Peter, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked out the window at the flickering scenery, shook his head, and said to Uncle Ben, "This is not an act of God, Uncle Ben."

Three days have passed since the tragedy of the rugby match.

Without any surprise, this incident became a hot topic for the media to cover.

But almost all the media, defined it as a fire incident caused by a short circuit.

The presenter's broadcast on the radio still continued.

"All four fire engines from Brooklyn, were dispatched to Midtown High School to put out the fire, but the school's hydrant had been damaged, causing the fire to be unable to be extinguished in time."

"Five bodies have been found, one of which is a teacher at Midtown High School, and the other four are participants in a football game, all of whom were known to be members of the 'White Sharks' football team, none of whom were over the age of 18."

"In addition, two firefighters were hospitalized for treatment of smoke inhalation ..."

Listening to the host's broadcast, Uncle Ben's frown grew tighter and tighter.

"I made a mistake, I shouldn't have let you go to the football game that night."

Uncle Ben blamed himself a little for not letting Peter go to school that day.

"I wasn't hurt in any way, so you don't need to beat yourself up, Uncle Ben. Besides, some things are not what we can expect."

Peter comforted Uncle Ben.

"Yes, there are some things we can't predict."

Uncle Ben slammed on the brakes and waited for the red light at the intersection.

"There are always things that happen in a person's life, sometimes good things, sometimes bad things, and we have to live with the bad things when they come, especially when you can't change them."

Peter nodded and asked Uncle Ben, "What if we could change it?"

"Then go ahead and do your best to change it."

Uncle Ben turned his head toward Peter and said, "I think, my nephew-one Peter, that you must have done your best if bad things happened when they did."

Peter shook his head and said back toward Uncle Ben, "No, I didn't, only sloppily."

"I know you, Peter."

The red light signal turned green and Uncle Ben stepped on the gas and drove forward, continuing to say to Peter, "You're not the sloppy type."

A few minutes later, the car reached its destination and stopped in front of a church.

The "fire" at the Midtown High School football game that killed many students and teachers was taking place in this Christian church.

The memorial service for the bodies of the deceased was held in this Christian church.

A number of teachers, students, parents, and other people from Midtown High School had already arrived.

People wearing black solemn clothes with white flowers on their chests looked solemn and solemn.

The scene was filled with a heavy and sad atmosphere.

Uncle Ben and Peter were both wearing black clothes and ties.

Peter originally had no intention of attending this kind of funeral, but under the strong request of Uncle Ben, he finally accompanied him to come.

Peter came.

"Hey, Peter."

He found a random seat and was just about to sit down when he heard a voice coming from behind.

Peter turned around to find a somewhat small handsome face.

"Harry. Osbourne?"

Based on the memory of his predecessor, he quickly recognized the person in front of him.

Harry. Osborne, son of the Green Devil Norman Osborne. The son of the Green Devil Norman Osborn, and Peter Parker's best friend. Parker's close friend.

"Haven't seen you in a few weeks, Peter, aren't we familiar to this extent anymore?"

Harry in black suit and tie walked over and patted Peter on the shoulder.

"Even if you call me Little Norman, it's still more intimate than calling me by my first name."

Peter recalled and asked him, "As I recall... What international event did you go to?"

"A United Nations charity event that helps you build up your credits and broaden your network so that you can go to a better college, which my father signed me up for, but of course, his goal wasn't for me to go to a good college, it was to exercise me."

Harry shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, "My father was always like that, majestic and always seemed to have an idea, and I was the one who always had no idea."

Perhaps realizing that it wasn't appropriate to talk about his father like that, he quickly changed the subject, "I heard Gwen was hospitalized?"

"Hmm. "That's really bad news, and everything that happened on the playground ..."

His expression was a little heavy as he said, "I didn't expect something like that to happen at school."

Peter nodded slightly at the naïve and seemingly love-starved teenager in front of him and prepared to go sit down in the chair next to him.

Harry, seemingly oblivious to his 'best friend's' willful distancing, leaned over and sat next to him again.

"Peter, was it really a fire? I heard it was a spider monster..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was turned around and glared at by the guests attending the funeral in front of him.

Realizing that he was a bit loud, Harry hurriedly lowered his voice and continued to say to Peter, "You were there that night... was the spider monster real?"

Peter listened to the sound of the priest on stage praying and looked straight ahead and said, "Maybe you should ask your father isn't he a big shot? He might know more than you do."

"He's not an omnipotent god, why would he know that."

Harry saw that Peter didn't want to talk and reluctantly stopped pressing.

"We fear death, we reject death, we will eventually die, we don't always live forever, but the spirit doesn't die. Don Rhodes, Tyler Brandon, Jim Nantz, Bill. Chancellor, all of these our friends were men who died young, but they are all remembered."

The pastor on the platform preached the eulogy.

"To us, they were not perfect, but they were close to it, good players in the game, defenders of dignity and courage on the field... "The 'hand of death' will not easily erase our memories of them.

Peter, who was sitting on the stage, listened to the pastor speak about the "Hand of Death" with a slightly stunned expression.

He was called the "Hand of Death" by Ms. Weber, and now he heard it at the funeral, it was really ironic. Shaking his head, he automatically blocked out all these un-nutritious eulogies.

He was about to go out for some fresh air when suddenly his heart contracted violently. His pupils dilated for an instant as he violently grabbed the handrail next to him.