We accompany the funeral procession outside, Jake's urn is buried and Taylor is handed the neatly folded Irish flag.
It's so unreal that everything that's left of him fits in a small urn ...
My dad drives Annie, Carl and Taylor to Porters after the funeral while I drive with Matt and Ava and we get there just before them. He has prepared everything, there is an almost eerie silence, although the pub is full.
"My star ..." Taylor stepped behind me as I was filling a few pints and I turned to him.