The Funeral of Morley

As you can see from my short inscribed post from yesterday I killed Morley.  Well in print anyway.  Hardest part of that was actually paying for all the flowery language that makes him out to be everything he certainly was not! Well that and finding where the hell Morley lived in Zorn (thankfully he had a Morley plaque in proud display near his gigantic estate, almost as if in defiance of what would befall him).  You'll note I said the ceremony would be outside, despite the weather being awful this time of year in Zorn, because Morley neglected to give me a key, and there was no way I'd ever break into his place and risk my life.

To my credit I did pay someone to set up some chairs and a couple tents so that the five people who showed up could have a place to sit and look at the empty coffin I had closed at the front near a podium (thank gods Morley has a huge estate or this would look like even more of a trap than it already was). So it at least kind of looked like an actual ceremony.  I was tempted to not use my own name, but I didn't think anyone alive would really connect me to past me (mistake number however million I make continually).

I was waiting up front by the coffin to keep people from noticing there wasn't a body in it (not for lack of trying, no I didn't intend on killing someone, just digging one up, but the cursed graveyard was watched like a damn hawk), when the room suddenly filled with people dressed in black.  So many different people dressed for an actual funeral I was caught off guard.  Here I expected to find the one person who looked too gleefully that Morley was dead and force them to take the curse off, and here an actual crowd of mourners! Thankfully/horribly I noticed this group of mourners was all wearing the same emblem and then I realized as always too late, that the only funeral they were planning on attending was my own.

"Mr. Lorentino, how nice of you to join us in mourning." Female, black hair, kind of plump for a cult leader or whatever these people were, but you know I really shouldn't judge, not everyone gets their exercise from running from everything like I do.

"Morley was a dear friend, I assume you were his uhhh church group?" I hoped my voice didn't show my signs of fear.  Despite the tent being canvas it was secured and they were covering the exit.  I could make an exit of course, but that assumed I'd have the ability to do so, with my previous experience with cults and leaders, thats like a fifty fifty kind of thing.

"We were his followers Lorentino, and now we are his avengers." Confused? Yeah so was I. And the revelation of the madness shall begin, tomorrow, got to leave you wanting something.