“Right, lets get it together we haven’t got all day I’ve got a life to lead unlike you lot!” Mali Rubbed his hands together “We’ll start with some warm-ups to get the lungs working” he eyed the waving arm at the rear of the congregation “YES Mrs. Dawson what is it now.” She held her limb aloft leaving Mali wondering if she needed to visit the lavatory.

“Well,” she began nervously “ Seeing as it’s Clair’s first anniversary the girls and I have had a whip round and bought some flowers. We were wondering if you could place them on her grave on Friday?” There was silence in the room. Mali stared at Mrs. Dawson then slowly nodded. A clear but small droplet of water formed in the corner of his eye then rolled his cheek. Mrs. Dawson fidgeted “Are you okay Mr. Banks?”

“No” Mali said quietly “I miss my wife.”