RON
I am so very sorry, everyone, and I must thank you for attending my sister's funeral, but if I could just have a moment alone with the body...

With sympathetic murmurs and glances, the other guests, who are all at least a decade older than him, file from the room. Ron follows the crowds, closing the doors quietly behind them. Then, he adopts a look of anger, hurrying back to the casket and kneeling next to it.

RON
(hissing furiously)
Listen here, fucker, I know you're not dead.

Vanessa's eyes fly open and she glares up at him.

VANESSA
Yeah, no shit, Sherlock!