Donated...  Gabriel listened to Paul's suggestion, turning it over in his mind.  He did not want to keep the dead man, did not want him to be buried by his mother and sister, did not want him to be cared for or laid to rest.  The bastard did not deserve it...  But he might deserve being left out to rot, to putrify in the woods or bloat in a lake or disintegrate under the sun.  However nature tore him apart.<br/><br/>Gabriel looked up at Paul, appraising his suggestion, and gave him a soft smile, a lily on his face.  "I like that," he murmured, nodding his head.  He liked that a lot.<br/><br/>"Donation is uncommon," stuttered out Mr. Bloom before he got into his rhythm, "but if that is what you've decided, I'm sure the scientific community will be more than appreciative."<br/><br/>"It is what I've decided.  I'll sign those papers now."  Gabriel folded his hands behind his back, turning towards the door; Mr. Bloom picked up his hints and gently pushed the slab back into its cabinet, shutting the door.<br/><br/>"We have his personal affects for you as well, sir, watch and ring and--"<br/><br/>"I only want the keys to the house.  Keep the rest."<br/><br/>Once again, Mr. Bloom was thrown, but he was a determined man and he kept getting back on his feet.  He smiled, a little awkwardly, and nodded his head as he rummaged through a bin and found a key ring, handing it over to Gabriel.  Gabriel barely looked at it before putting it away in his pocket.<br/><br/>"Alright then, sirs, this way," Mr. Bloom motioned at them to follow once more, leading them back out of the morgue.  As they walked, Gabriel couldn't help another small laugh from escaping, slipping around the sterile hallway and bouncing against the tile-- it was just absurd, to picture his father in church, to see him there, perhaps praying, only to be ended by an act of God.  Not even the Lord Almighty wanted him.<br/><br/>The paperwork was dull and boring and took far too long, but in the end it was all finished, and Gabriel would not have to mess with any remaining details, at least for the body.  As for the house and property, that could be handled remotely...  But he could not leave before seeing it one more time.  He wanted to, desperately, but... There was no way.  Gabriel knew he would be physically unable to stay away, not when he was this close...<br/><br/>When they were finished with the documents and Mr. Bloom had ushered them from his office, Gabriel stood on the steps of the mortuary and pulled the key ring from his pocket.  He looped through the keys until he found the one he wanted, running his fingertip over the teeth, and was thoughtful in his silence.  He didn't really want Paul to see the house, but there wasn't much choice.<br/><br/>"One more stop for today, Sir..."