Self-explanatory, this one:
The silence clung to them, dragging tears from their eyes. It echoed loudly, even in the street outside; no birds sang, no children screamed, and no cars rushed by.
It seemed to emanate from the coffin before them, which somehow contained a legend. It was impossible, to them, that this wooden box could hold such a man, whose life was laughter, happiness, and thrilling adventure from start to finish. To them, it felt as if he had shrunk to fit inside the coffin when he died, that the laughter they had often shared had died with him, leaving only silence.