A clink of a glass resonates around the empty room. Geoffrey is sprawled across a pew, the communion cup in his left hand, a half empty bottle of wine dripping on the floor.
Geoffrey: Someone died today, I conducted the sermon after all so I should know. Only, It wasn't easy... I buried my wife.
Fade to black.
Geoffrey is stood over a freshly dug grave, rubbing his left hand where his ring was but hours before. Tears escape his tightly squeezed eyes, tumbling down his sloped nose, plummeting to the floor like bullets.
Geoffrey: I knew I should have let her go, our marriage was falling apart from the moment it began.
[PAUSES]
I tried to be good to her, but there were other things that demanded my attention. At the time, it seemed reasonable, y'know. Leaving her by herself, unattended. I never even brought her flowers. Yet, she would always lift my spirits each time I was near her.
I've always known that she was the one. We met through family, when we were both young. My love was being built, and although she was only a pile of rubble at the time; I knew that it was her. Only her. I've always known that I could build her up to where she was, in her prime.
Once something is at it's prime, the only way for it to go is down. So down it went - all of it, crumbled back into the pile of rubble that it once was. That is always will be.
Fade to black.
Geoffrey stands behind the altar, dressed in a casual outfit, a symbol of no longer being affiliated with the church.
Geoffrey: When Susan started drinking, I stopped caring for the Church. Call it blasphemy! Call it what you will but I call it love.
I gave up the Church for her, it was what was driving us apart. So yes, one of my greatest loves died today, but it wasn't Susan. In fact, it was her greatest rival - the Church.
A weathered wooden box is seen covered in soil, and out tumbles a ring. Geoffrey had buried his link to the Church. He is no longer a Vicar.
Fade to black.
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