They came from different parts of the world to celebrate a great man who has lived a life of impact, he has helped a few folks achieve their dreams. A great number of people owe him their lives because he has provided help, I mean financial aid in their time of desperation. He's some sort of a local hero, they claimed. Our professor with a loving heart, always caring for others. The tales I heard about the man made me rethink of how I am living my life, but for some reason I am alive and he's not, despite all his good deeds.
The Corpse was still fresh and cold when we arrived for his internment, it was as if he did not want to die yet, and neither did the people want him to die too. But we cannot stop what has happened, we can only control our life when we are alive but when we die, it is beyond our control. Our corpse will not always be fresh, but we will rest easy.
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