The man stood at the front of the room. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. He'd clearly been crying and it was understandable.
"Thank you all so much for coming," he said to the hundred or so others sitting in the hall.
"It's such a tragic loss at such a young age."
He turned and looked at the coffin which was covered with flowers.
"Why, Katie? Why?" He was addressing the coffin.
"You had your whole life in front of you. You were almost finished at university. You were engaged to Jackson. Your life was great."
He began to cry and his brother stepped up to console him. After a few minutes he felt composed enough to continue.
"It would all have been different if you hadn't gone to the coast that day. The signs said you shouldn't get too close to the cliff edge." He was still talking to his daughter's coffin.
"But you had to take a fucking picture of yourselves, didn't you?"
He marched towards the exit at the rear of the room.
"Stupid. Fucking stupid," he yelled as he pushed the door open.
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