The Funeral of Sebastian Alexander Blum

Sebastian Blum

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Note: All people, excluding Death, are all based on people I know. The point of this story is to see how people would react to my death. All speeches are written are based on how I see people and how I think, though I may be wrong, they see me. There isn’t meant to be shock value, only human emotion. You can, though it may be very tiresome, to work out who each individual is, since I give no real clue, but that may be a huge waste of time. Enjoy.

 

Death felt the passing of Sebastian. He felt his body lose its life. He knew Sebastian, though as Death, He wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t allowed to have favourites. Nonetheless, Sebastian was His favourite, so He decided to go to his funeral. He sat amongst all the people, knowing that they would feel His presence without knowing His actual appearance. He sat quietly to hear what people had to say.

 

B:

Sebastian meant a lot to me. Everyday I would come to school, knowing that he would be there. I didn’t really know him too well though. I knew that he was funny and that he could be very caring, but we didn’t talk enough for me to really know, know him. He was always nice to me. I feel like I could have done more. I feel like I should have talked to him more. Some days I would see him sitting in his chair, though he could be telling jokes all lesson, when he thought no one was looking, he looked sad. It wasn’t the type of sadness that you can see if you are always a happy person. This was the kind of sadness that was very subtle, but painful. You could see it in his eyes. He always complained about being here in Michigan, but he would joke about it to make himself feel better. You could still see the pain in his eyes. I think that if I did actually talk to him more, and chose to be there more for him, I could have saved him. Sure, not fair to shift the blame onto myself, but I feel like I could have made a great difference in his life, but I failed because I thought about my own needs more. I will never forgive myself and I will always miss him. Rest in Peace, Sebastian.

 

F:

He was smart. Wasn’t a genius, but smart enough. He would get through class every day, though I saw him always talking. Sure, it’s sad he died, but I won’t remember him too much. If I’m honest, I don’t even know why I’m here.

 

P:

He was always different. Every day was something new with him. He would get the work done with a new attitude, whether that be him being mad about it or just being so invested that he can’t see what’s going on around him. He was dedicated, kind-hearted, and a fairly funny bloke. He will be deeply missed. I pray that his family may stay together in this time of heartbreak. I also pray that Jeff, since he couldn’t be here for obvious reasons, will be able to face the hardship before him. I will miss Seb. I will miss him.

 

R:

I don’t know where to start. Sebastian was a big part of my life. He would get one everyone’s nerves and he knew that. He found it funny and so did I. I could never stay mad at him for long. When he smiled it was like everything changed, mood-wise that is. He had this ability to make you both love him even if he made you want to rip his head off. I have not met many people in my life like that. He was a rare kind of person. A person that you feel like you know you will remember them till the day you die. The kind of person that will impact you even if you don’t realise it at first. Maybe I’m just appeasing him, but he really meant a lot to me. We would talk all the time and he would make feel alive. The way he saw things and the way he acted was that of a person who was free but shackled by his own inner demons. I knew he was in pain. But, everyone knew that. Everyone knew that they couldn’t help him. I mean, how could we? No pain is greater than heartache. How ironic that he was in pain of heartache, but died in his sleep because of too many flu tablets. I was never sure of it till now, but I think he loved me. I don’t mean the love, love, but he loved me. When he looked me in the eyes, I saw something shine. I think I made his day without realising. He was not easiest guy to handle at times, but he was the guy I needed in my life to put it on track. I will miss him till the day I die.

 

H:

The love I have for you is unbelievable, greater than the ocean. I’ll never stop till it’s time to say goodbye, and that has to be now. I freaking miss you taking me home, making me laugh every day, and making me feel that I’m worth something.

Remembering the time at the airport when you left. I could not bear seeing you leave this soon. Seeing my best friend leave is like seeing a puppy die.

I hardly know your mum and dad, but hopefully, your mum is handling everything amazingly at this time. Everything will always get better through the year(s).

The time that you gave me a birthday card, you made me cry both sadness and happiness. Throughout the rough times, I had that I never told you, you made me happy and forget them.

In Year 7, you thought I was a psychopath because I was that crazy girl. Very different now, huh? But, I loved how you loved me for who I am. I will never forget that in a million or billion years.

In Year 8, we developed a brother and sister friendship. We were close. We’d always sit next to each other in assemblies. Me biting you almost every day. I’m so, so sorry about that. And you making me laugh all the time. But until this day, we had a strong friendship and I adored every second of it.

Seb, I love you more daily. I wish you could have seen yourself, the way I see you. I wish you could have loved yourself the way I loved you. And above all, I wish that in your life you got everything you deserved because, in my opinion, you deserved the world. I will forever stand by you. My heart will always belong to you. I’m just glad that I had you with me the whole way.

 

Death sat there. For the first time in His never-ending existence, He cried. He cried because so many people had such different, but similar opinions about him. He cried because they never knew how Sebastian felt about them. Death knew that Sebastian loved H and that he loved R. Both were such big parts of his life. He knew that F didn’t care, but P did. He knew that B tried, but not enough. Death knew everything, but they didn’t.

 

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