Nobler in the Mind
(Setting: Inside a small church. The audience should feel that they are sitting in the back of the church, as part of the congregation.)
Dear friends and family, relatives and loved ones, today we remember and respect our dearly departed Justin Peters. This athlete, musician, friend, brother, son meant so much to each of us. His life has influenced each of ours in such a way, like no one else’s could. He was, unfortunately, taken from us all too soon. His life was short, but his soul was big, and his impact on the world, on our world, even greater. He will be sorely missed.
But we who remain, we who are left now find ourselves facing a dilemma. We must ask ourselves some very difficult questions. What is life? Why must young men die? Is there a God, and does He really care? But we are not alone in asking these questions. Mankind has asked himself these questions and similar ones since the beginning of time. And must we remain without answer? Are the Heavens silent on this subject? Will God not reveal Himself and His plan to men??
The answer is … He will and He does. We have the words of Holy Prophets, written in scripture to comfort our souls in such troubled and troubling times. From Isaiah we learn ….
(While preacher continues to mouth a few words, a woman stands up from her seat, turns and walks downstage. The curtain closes behind her.)
I loved that boy. Even with everything he did, I loved him. And now he’s gone. (Pause) They say your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. And I don’t know if that happened to my Justin, but it certainly happened to me. He’s gone, but I see his life flashing before me. I remember him.
(Enter Father, as if holding a new-born child, crosses to mother)
Look, honey, isn’t he beautiful? Look at our son!
I’m sure he’ll grow up to be big and tall, just like his father.
Just as long as he’s as smart as his mother!
(Exits stage R, A tricycle is pushed and rolls across the stage from Stage R to Stage L, Father enters following it)
Look at our little speed demon go! He’s growing up so fast!
(Exits Stage L, reenters with a baseball glove, crosses to center stage where he catches a baseball thrown from off stage)
Quite an arm that kid has! Catch this one, son!
(Throws the ball back, and exits, following it. Reenters, crosses to Mother, standing next to her)
Well, I gave him the car keys, and he took off with some friends. They’ll be back later.
Will they be all right?
It’s his birthday; let him have some fun with his friends. They’ll be fine.
(Exits Stage R, reenters with a camera)
So, our little boy is graduating today. He looks so grown up in his cap and gown. Come over here son, and stand next to your mother.
(Mother puts her arm around her “son”, and smiles as Father takes a picture, perhaps saying something like “Smile” or “Say cheese!”. Father then puts his arm around his “son” and exits Stage L. Reenters, crosses slowly to Mother, and puts his arm around her.)
He’s gone. The doctors did all they could to help him, but there wasn’t much that they could do. He’s gone. Our boy is gone.
(Exits Stage L slowly,)
(Mother steps forward)
Our boy is gone. (Pause) But I’m still remembering.
(Curtain opens, and she returns to her seat.
(Stands up, walks downstage) I didn’t really know him, not really. I mean, sure, we hung out together some, played some video games together, were on the same team at school. But, he was always more a friend of a friend than actually a friend of mine, know what I mean? But still, I knew him, even if we hadn’t seen each other since we graduated. (Pause)
I still can’t believe he’s gone. It happened so suddenly, none of us expected it. But then, it wasn’t really all that surprising, either. I mean, the way he died. I think Barnes said it best, – When Justin died, the newspaper talked to all his old running buddies from high school, and Barnes told them he was so shocked to hear that he had died, but not so shocked to hear how he died, in an accident like that. Pete was always so full of life, trying to do a little bit more, go a little bit further, have a little bit more fun.
Having fun and pushing limits like that – it’s probably exactly how Justin wanted to go. (Pause) But definitely not when. (Walks to Stage Left)
(Stands, walks downstage) So many memories. Coming back here, seeing everybody again. I wish we could all just sit around and talk about the old days forever. But it kinda seems wrong, though, laughing at the old stories when we’re here for Justin’s funeral. Everybody’s walking around so somber, they seem so depressed, and here we are laughing our heads off at Jimmy’s classic penguin impression! (Laughs slightly)
You know, we’ve known each other since elementary school, Justin and I. We even dated. I had a great time whenever I was with him. He never failed to make me smile. He was just so much fun to be with. That’s why I don’t think it’s all that bad that we laugh and have a good time at his funeral. I’m sure he would have wanted it that way. Heck, if he were here, he’d probably be making the most jokes, and definitely the most vulgar ones.
Funerals are funny in that regard. I mean, sure we’re sad that he’s dead, that we won’t get to hear any of his jokes again, won’t get to talk with him, but aren’t we supposed to be here to remember him? And remembering him makes me laugh, is there anything wrong with that? I don’t think so. I think the best tribute I can give to my dear old friend and the boy that I loved is to laugh for him. To remember his jokes and laugh for him. So, Justin, if you’re listening, this one’s for you. (Laughs)
All in all, it was a nice weekend, considering the circumstances. It was kinda nice to see everyone again, to catch up, and remember the old times. It was great to see how much some friends had changed, and to see that certain friends hadn’t changed at all.
But we were all there to mourn Justin, to pay our respects, as they say. It was a sobering experience. To think that one of our friends was dead, and at such a young age, too. That’s life, I guess. The same moment can be filled with a million different emotions. How do we deal with it? How do we keep from exploding with all of these simultaneous emotions inside? (Pause) I honestly don’t know.
(scene between Matt and Louisa)
(Enters from upstage R)
It’s a really unique experience – being at your own funeral. You should try it some time. It’s odd, though, to hear so many good things said about me. I’m pretty sure half of that wasn’t true; I’m not that good am I? But I guess it makes them feel better to eulogize me like that. And that’s a funny word, eulogy – from the Greek “to speak well”, well, they certainly spoke well of me. (Pause)
And I still don’t think I was really that good. I’ve had some time to think about that lately. I remember what I learned in Sunday School: that when you die, you stand before God to be judged. Well, obviously I’m still alive – or maybe alive isn’t the right word – awake? Aware? Yeah, I’m still conscious and aware of what’s going on, here. Is that what it is to be dead? Do I still have time? Time for repentance, or forgiveness, or … or anything? I don’t know, but I guess I have some time to find out.
(Enter Angelos from Stage L)
So, Justin, are you ready to go now?
What do you mean?
Well, you got to see your funeral. You’ve hung around long enough. It’s time to go.
Who are you?
Call me Angelos; I’m here to show you where to go.
Oh. Are you an angel then?
More of a messenger, really.
(Pause) So, is there a God?
I can’t tell you that. You have to decide for yourself.
What do you mean? I’m dead now, aren’t I?
Given the fact that we just witnessed your funeral, I’d say the chances are pretty good.
So, don’t I get to find out now if there’s a God or not?
Is knowing whether or not there’s a God going to change your belief in him? Is knowing going to affect how you lived your life? (Pause) Honestly, knowing has very little to do with faith.
Yeah, I know. I just wanted to know, you know?
(Starts to exit Stage L, following Angelos. Stops as he sees Louisa.)
Look at her. I loved her, you know. I really loved her. And now I’ll never see her again. I’ll never hear her sing again, or sit next to her late at night and simply watch the stars and the lights across the lake.
Come on, Justin. Let’s go.
Louisa, I hope you have a great life. I hope you have fun. Please, remember the times we had, and not the times we won’t.
That was beautiful. Well spoken.
Well, I guess I’m ready now. (Exits Stage L, just before exiting, stops and looks back) You know, I guess the Beatles were right. “Obladi, Oblada, Life goes on.” (Exits. Lights out.)