"When Gareth asked me to be his best man, I felt honoured. I was the only man he could trust to read the sickly-sweet endorsement that he himself had prepared month in advance."
My joke didn't gather any laughs, and the church priest sniffed in distaste. This was a tougher crowd than I imagined. Nothing like my sister's wedding last month.
That had been a wonderful day, full of joy. Anxiety took hold of my breathing.
"Gather your thoughts. This is a special occasion and your old friend deserves the best from you."
I glanced at the smudged notes in my shaking hands, smiled briefly at my audience, and told my favourite story about Gareth.
I noticed his Mother tearing up at the memory of her son growing up. The priest said a few words.
Then they lowered his coffin into the ground and the spring sunlight fell upon his body for the last time.