there are those who weep;
weep in joy, happiness, love.

there are those who prefer silence;
even in the happiest of moments.

there are those who cry;
cry for many reasons, all of which are true.

there are those who boil;
angry, spilling over the walls that contain them.

there are those who smell like flowers.

and those who look like funerals.

he looked like a funeral.