No birds chirped, nor did any sun shine through the many clouds that blanketed the sky, causing the noon time air to have a gentle chill to it. The morning mist still hadn't fully cleared out yet, making the already gloomy scene more dismal and bleak. There almost seemed to be a deafening silence around everyone, not even the sound of cars passing on the nearby street able to be heard. Perhaps it was just the overwhelming amount of emotions that made everyone unaware of what was going on around them. After all, hardly anyone noticed the second funeral going on only a mere eight plots away.<br/><br/>Ludovica Cocci had lived a very long life, being born in a small Italian town in 1915. Living for one hundred and three years, she had seen and done just about anything anyone could have ever imagined. She had seen both of the wars that had torn apart the world completely, even if she may not have remembered the first one seeing as how she was born in the middle of it. She had met a wide variety of interesting and important people, one of the most important being a man named Giuseppe, who was now standing and making a very long, emotional speech about the wife he so loved and adored.<br/><br/>Giuseppe had been younger than Ludovica by about five years, although he never expected to outlive his loving wife. He had been dealing with some severe health issues over the past fifteen years and was certain that every day would be his last, but alas, the world just had to show its cruelest of features and take Ludovica from him before he had the chance to go first. Perhaps he, someone who had never felt lucky in any aspect of his life, should have expected his dear, sweet Ludovica to leave this world before him. Giuseppe had killed his mother during childbirth and not very long after his absentminded father fell ill and joined her. He was sent to an orphanage in the Italian countryside at the age of two, staying there until his eventual escape fourteen years later. From there, he lived on the streets, singing to earn money or commissioning artwork, seeing as how he had been born with a gift to create beautiful, lifelike images with the stroke of a simple brush. In fact, it was the beauty of a mural that brought he and Ludovica together just under a year after his leave from the orphanage.<br/><br/>"...Yes," he said through clouded eyes and with a shaky voice, "She was indeed beautiful in this lifetime, but as she has ascended to a place where she will be happy and can wait for us to meet her there, she will be beautiful as an angel as well." He allowed a tear to stream down his wrinkled cheek. "She was my best friend in this lifetime. I will never know anyone like her again, nor will anyone ever exist who could hold a candle to her brilliant personality. Let us send this magnificent woman off in the way she would want us to: with smiles rather than frowns, with laughter rather than tears, with happiness for the life she had lived rather than sadness for it. Join me in releasing her spirit. Join me in saying goodbye."<br/><br/>There was only a sort of false silence that followed his wonderful speech, and it was false because someone was indeed clapping, but those claps would stay unheard by living ears.<br/><br/>Ludovica - or rather, her spirit - looked on at her widowed husband with only love and admiration in her deep brown eyes. She now held the same appearance she had when she first met Giuseppe, for that was the time where she was the happiest with her life. Her reddish brown hair was cut into a cute, flirty bob, and her makeup had reverted back to the style of 1936. She had a small amount of blush on her cheeks to make them look like tiny rosebuds, and her lipstick was a deep red that made her skin look paler than it truly was. She had long, black eyelashes that batted perfectly when she simply blinked, and her nails had been painted a lovely shade of cherry. On her person, she wore a flouncy, nearly sheer white dress that came down to hit the floor, a sort of lace shawl being sewn into the top half. As she watched her husband, friends and children all mourn her passing, her eyes couldn't help but drift over to the funeral that was taking place beside her, gazing at the ebony casket curiously.