Standing in an almost empty churchyard in a ghostly nondescript town, all the while being soaked by constant rainfall, would be bad enough at the best of times.
What makes it even worse is the very fact you're here. An all too often forgotten niece at her uncle's funeral. You're starting to wish you hadn't made the long journey up north after all. It's not like Uncle Henry actually cared about anything except his money and his ego, and you just wish the priest would get on with this tiresome ceremony.
After it's finished you could go home, emptying any lingering thoughts of the selfish, arrogant man from your mind.