They always start out to be mournful and full of sorrow. One by one they surround the grave, dressed in black, tears painted on. I see sadness, I see blame, I see regret, all in one place at the same time. The unhappy faces blame their loss on me, they curse and fault me of what has happened, but they don't truly know the story behind it all. After they say their goodbyes the soul is released to me, hand in hand I take them to where they're meant to be. They greet with a smile and say hello, slowly walking to their destination, they ask the same question as to the previous did. ' Death do you not get lonely?' and I say to them as I always do ' no, I always have some kind of company to escort' and they always respond with 'ok.' They disappear behind the gates, never to be seen by me again. As I said before, it all starts with mourning and full of sorrow but after a few years, they have been forgotten just as I have been.