The host of the memorial service was the oldest prison guard in Oasis City, who had witnessed the city's changes.
Although the old prison guard tried to use a teasing eulogy to keep the atmosphere of the memorial service from being too heavy, the jokes about his poor card skills only made them miss him more.
"I shouldn't have stopped him from playing cards."
Sariman's wife, sitting in the front row, was in tears. She was a woman with a sun-kissed complexion, healthy and strong.
His friends also regretted deeply.
"We shouldn't have won so much money from him."
"And called him a big fat sheep behind his back."
"If only we could have one more game of bridge with him... this time, we would definitely let him win!"
...
He couldn't get in, simply couldn't get in!
Hiding in the hallway of the Security Office, Sariman was sweating profusely.
It was his first time attending his own memorial service, unsure how to act naturally.
