We do not simply come into this world; we emerge from it.

The next day morning with a somber sky, fitting for the occasion. I found myself at the Under Town Graveyard in the small city of Darvin. It was a quaint place, with an air of melancholy that seemed to envelop everything. This was where we were to lay Tom Highwater to rest. The funeral company, "Free Your Soul," had done their part well, presenting Tom in a suit for his final journey. I couldn't help but think how strange it was to see him like this, so formal and unlike the Tom I knew. It was almost surreal.