A friend to the last, Jonah Kensington has arrangements to have Jackson buried in the Evergreens Cemetery in Brooklyn. The service is held in the cemetery’s chapel, a picturesque stone building used when the decedent has no local church. Due to the condition of his remains, there will be no viewing of the body. As it is January (and a snowy one at that), Jackson’s remains are to be stored in a mausoleum on the grounds after the funeral. Turnout is small, with the only mourners apart from you being Jonah Kensington, Carlton Ramsey, and his niece Willa Jones.
The service is conducted by Rev. Lawrence T. O’Dell, Jr., a minister with the Seamen’s Church, in Manhattan. While Jackson was ostensibly a Christian, he did not regularly attend any services and Kensington, otherwise at a loss, asked the church (a branch of the Episcopalian church which provides ministers to ships and sailors in New York Harbor) to provide an officiant for the service. The Reverend, a quiet-spoken, considerate man in his forties, has spent the preceding day talking to Kensington and looking over Jackson’ writings.
The eulogy he gives begins with a reading of Psalm 13 and is surprisingly moving, touching on Jackson’s wanderlust, generosity of spirit, ability to quickly make friends, and his dedication to the triumph of truth and civilization over falsehood and barbarism. He proclaims the relatively small turn-out to be a sign that as Jackson was a man of no fixed home, only the world itself is a large or fine enough cathedral to contain all those who mourn his passing. His comments end with the hymn “Sunset and Evening Star,” which is performed a cappella by Rev. O’Dell and anyone wishing to join in.
The only other scheduled speaker is Jonah Kensington. His words are few, but his friendship with Jackson is as clear as his emotion. His friendship with Jackson was one of several decades beginning when both were copyboys at the New York Observer; Kensington offers a few anecdotes highlighting the depth of their friendship and Jackson’s virtues. He concludes by saying that he almost awaits some quick telegram from Jackson in Heaven, asking for financing to cover expenses with the promise of interviews with the Evangelists and the chance at an exclusive with Satan, if time permits.
There are a few reporters in attendance, all of whom keep a respectful distance during the ceremony itself. Once it is over, they ask the mourners questions about who may have killed Jackson and whether his murder was connected to research for a new book. One of the reporters present is Rebecca Shosenburg from the New York Times.
Carlton Ramsay greets you after the ceremony and tells you that he was Jackson’s lawyer and also the executor of his estate. Carlton is a a small, wiry African-American man, filled with nervous energy. The expensive bespoke suit he wears looks a little shiny and frayed. While he is clearly going bald, Ramsey tries to mask this by pasting strands of well-oiled hair across his crown.
“My deepest condolences. I was a friend of Mr. Elias as well. You may not know this, but he included you all in his will. If it is acceptable to you, we can head to my office in Harlem for the reading. Or if you would like to take some time to mourn, we can certainly reschedule for whatever time you wish.”
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