“And don’t forget the funeral,” Rick adds. “The funeral?” asks Billie. “Where we come from, you say goodbye with an open casket. That’s how it’s done,” Rick answers. “But Kyle was… gone. There was nothing left that looked like our son. I worked so hard with the undertakers, there was hardly anything left.” He begins to weep. “We got the left arm. In the end, we got the left arm.”
