Mine is in a much darker hue.
Image from B&N [and my apologies to Mr. Olsen]
I sat in the last pew.
Her husband sat in front, head bowed.
Her daughters, now almost grown women, looking so much like her, gave the readings.
I shed my silent tear, prayed for the repose of her soul; that her sins may be forgiven; and thanked God that they would never have to know.