The funeral for pops was bleak and dreary, as most funerals were. Alice stood between Judas and Reno nearest the grave, each man held their heads bowed in respect and all were silent as the preacher spoke. For being the rough, tough, rumbling bikers they had an undying amount of respect.
She hadn't gone to her parents funerals, hadn't wanted to see them like that. She didn't want to attend Pops either, preferring to remember him as a man instead of a casket but Judas needed her. She reached out and looped her arm through his and while he didn't move he seemed to relax more.
They lowered the casket into the ground and the preacher closed his bible, walking away to leave them alone. The club stood in silence for a few minutes before Snake spoke.
“It don't seem right, walking away on the b
