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5 ( the morning after the day he died . )

Matthew didn't know what was worse . The rain ,  or everyone's moods.  Especially his.  He couldn't take hid eyes off the cake ,  just as he couldn't take them off he person lying in the satin from the day before ,  he had been alive.  Happy . Laughing.  Almost like the cancer never existed.  But ,  here it was again ,  in ft he firm of of a whit ed casket laden with roses.  His brother ,  Ludwig ,  was inconsolable.  On the inside ,  Matthew felt the same.  They were just beginning to fall jump into the bowl of love ,  with that man in the casket  . Gilbert beilschmidt . It was the morning after  the he died ,  the day after all hope had been taken from away from.him .