Analysis of A funeral

Graves .........
It is sundown. All are waiting the procession of funeral to come. Hearing the muttering of people, Which is too poor. Some say" he was good, others say he was infamous. Please, stop gossiping. He is dead. They looked at me strangely, their eyes say" don't be nosy. ‏Now we are In front of the grave. ‏Someone says" put down the wagon. ‏‏Hand us the body. ‏Now he is of dreamless head. ‏We hear some cries, please don't go. ‏Please, we want you. ‏All mourners began to cry. ‏This is life. This is the true melancholy. ‏