This was unbearable for her, Shepard being gone was the one thing she couldn’t stand to deal with. Suffering, mourning the dead. Was this really it? She had never experienced this before and it left a hole in her chest where her heart was. Jack wasn’t keen on the idea of dressing up just for a funeral, dead was dead. No need to impress, she got to the podium in her skimpy clothing that revealed most of her body tattoos. Her eyes red and puffy from crying. 

She shuddered as she went to speak.

“Paul Shepard’s big dick will be missed.”