"Only if they choose to be." She said softly after examining his face further discreetly. She again looked to his casket, then back to him. "You must be Mr. Johnathan Write. It's a pleasure to meet you." She turned, extending a hand towards him with a soft and gentle smile on her face. "My name is Ludovica Cocci." She nodded towards her own funeral a few plots down. "That one is mine."<br/><br/>She continued to keep her friendly exterior, getting a sense that this young boy needed a friend while he was alive and perhaps didn't receive one. It was strange, for when her spirit awoke and rose up from her casket, she knew exactly what this day was and what it meant to her as a spirit. It was her Last Day, the final chance to see what you wished to see, do what you wished to do, and say what you wished to say before being sent off into the light and experiencing whatever it was that life had to offer after death. Since this boy was also having his funeral, she knew that it was also his Last Day, and if he didn't have many friends during life, he should at least have one during his final hours on this Earth. Perhaps they could experience it all together for the last time. She didn't hate the sound of that.<br/><br/>Once he shook her cold hand, she set it back by her side, again looking to the woman who stood beside his casket. "Is that your mother?"