The last funeral

My funeral.

On the left: my partner and me , the deceased, I have become her guardian angel, my partner’s best friend, also those who make the effort to show the pain they feel, not caring at all about the deceased. Their good humour becomes more noticeable in the bright colour suits, as for them the funeral becomes just an occasion for meeting.

The last character in the line tries to find a way to court the maid who is leaning out of the window.

The last figure in black is a woman I have never met but…… who has always loved me!