“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…” declared the priest to the biggest television audience in British history.
The funeral of Sir John-Joseph Moriarty was held inside St Luke’s, Goodison Road, Liverpool. It was a supposed private affair. Only one hundred close friends and family were allowed in to the church to mourn the death of the greatest Prime Minister in British history.
Sir John had been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize on three separate occasions. His achievements were unprecedented: five consecutive terms in office, brokering peace in the Middle-East and completely transforming Africa. According to every opinion poll in every State around the world: John-Joseph was the most popular world leader of all time.
Outside the church, stretching miles into the distance, mourners lined the streets. Although the police operation had been one of the biggest ever seen, there was never going to be any disturbances. Quite literally, John-Joseph had no enemies.
A gargantuan television screen set up in neighbouring Stanley Park (the playground of his childhood) beamed a biography of the great man’s life.
“As a teenager, John-Joseph was offered professional forms by Everton F.C. Of course, he would never accept the offer, as he was an avid Liverpudlian.”
Mourners attempted weak smiles. Anything to fight back the tears.
“He decided instead, to take up a degree course at Liverpool University, to read Law. Graduating with a first class honours degree, Sir John moved into local politics. During his reign as the Mayor of Liverpool, he restored the sleeping giant of Liverpool to greatness and made it, once again, the finest city in Europe. Moving into national politics was an inevitable step. Once in Number Ten, his achievements are too extensive to list. Establishing Britain as the strongest economy in the world, making unemployment a word of the past, restoring British public services to greatness, the list is endless. This was all before he moved onto International affairs…”
At this point, Katherine Moriarty finally broke down, and wept. She had been trying to remain strong, but there was no point. The King was dead, and there was no King to live on in his place. Britain would never be the same again.