"Thank you all for coming, I know this is a hard time for us all, but we will get through it."
Ray spoke softly into the microphone, looking out at the people who sat in the alter, wearing nothing but black. The rows were filled with familiar faces; close friends, family members. Ray tried his best to swallow the lump that consumed his throat.
"Gerard was such a gentle soul. A caring man who's life was ended too soon. He was a role model to all, a man who never stopped believing in anything he cared about, no matter how difficult it got."
Rays eyes began to water but he wiped it away, gripping the microphone.
"And though he may not be here physically with us, he is here in our minds, our hearts. He will mend us, make us feel new once more. He wouldn't want us to grieve his death, he would want us to celebrate his life, and all he has done for us, all the memories he shared with us."
Ray pulled at his dress shirts collar as he stumbled over his words, tears now streaming down his tan face.
Mikey and Frank stood up, walking up to the casket where Gerard laid. It was hard to stomach. There he was, laying, lifeless. His hair was smoothed down nicely, his black suit and satin red tie fitting his body snugly. Frank reached out slowly, lightly running his finger over Gerards palm. He shivered, looking away, placing his hand up to his mouth. Mikey couldnt look at him, instead he kept his eyes glued to the ground, his mind racing quicker than he could understand, complex feelings consuming his being.
They began to put Gerard into the ground, sobbing and whispering filling Mikeys ears as he held his eyes tighlt shut. He dared anyone to say anything, he didn't have to look at Gerard that way, he didn't want to. Unlike Mikey, Frank watched every second. He watched the love of his life be put six feet underground, the feeling of despair consuming his head as tears fell. Hias body ached, his eyes burned. He would never again see him, and it bother Frank immensely. But he knew what he and to do.
"Ray can I see the mic?"
Frank reached his hand out and Ray accepted, handing the metallic black microphone to Franks tattooed hands. Frank gripped it tightly, taking a deep,shakey breath.
"I would like to sing a song for Gerard."
Franks voice cracked slightly as the crowd went salient, every pair of eyes glued to the young man, including Ray and Mikey. No one said anything as Frank began to close his eyes.
"This song is called, never let them take the light behind your eyes."

so long to all my friends,everyone of them met trading ends.with every passing day,I'd be lying if I didn't say that I miss them all tonight.and if they only knew what I would say if I could be with you tonight; I would sing you to sleep, never met them take the light behind your eyes
Gerards voice burned into Franks head, pounding like a beat of a drum.
'Never let them take the light behind your eyes, Frankie.'
Frank finished the song, his voice cracking every once in a while but he managed. He sung for Gerard, he wanted to let him know that he listened, he understood what he ment, and he would never let them take the light behind his eyes, as long as Gerard would visit him in his dreams. Gerard knew Frank had sung at the funeral, he was there. He watched closely at the sadden faces of his bother, his closes family and friends, Ray and Frank. As much as he wanted to comfort them, he couldn't. He was a figment of his own mind, he didn't exist anymore. He was dead, now laying six foot deep in a coffin.