The remains were respectfully moved out of the hot sun to a place under the cool shade of the large tulip tree.
The guests shifted restlessly, unsure of what was expected of them next. The men refilled their glasses nervously and spoke idly of the upcoming NFL draft while the foul odor of smoke lingered heavily on their nostrils. Suddenly a prop plane was sighted over head. Everyone squinted painfully through the haze trying to read the banner that trailed obediently behind the noisy metal bird.
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