Shepard’s Funeral

It had been a tasteful affair. Short and simple, the way Shepard would’ve wanted it. After everyone had said their piece and paid their respects, he was left alone in the empty apartment… silent as a tomb, just Kaidan and a vid that Liara had found marked specifically for him, one that she hadn’t viewed out of respect for Shepard’s wishes. The contents were for his eyes alone, and he never told anyone what was on the vid, all the way to the end of his days.

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“She was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.



The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.”



- excerpt, “Funeral Blues” by WH Auden

