Day 30 - Ending

 The cat with the mouse in its mouth is just passing through. Past the mourners, veiled and shuffling through a rhythm only known in grief. In the corner of the room, he finds a perch to place his prize - to sit and watch grim pageantry. The procession moves sluggishly, dragging their polished shoes across the worn carpet tile. They talk around the reasons for being here; about weather, about the family, about anything but the one thing missing. 

The cat sinks its teeth into Death and makes the process simple.