I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while. Believe it or not, this has felt like forever to me. :-) Now back to the story.
Although the relevance was questionable, the note brought back painful memories for Sirius. He was reminded, of course, of Belief. James' grief was in fact somewhat similar to his own. He had left his love for minutes, and she had been killed. James had sent Lily to find him and she was kidnapped. Was anyone free from the blunder of his abandonment? He became caught up in his thoughts of the past.
Black, why did everything have to be Black. Even his last name was not free from the color. He would forever be tainted by it. Sirius cautiously looked into the casket. There she was, dressed in black, as if mourning her own death. Sirius' eyes closed into a firm glare. Even though he hadn't know her very well for very long, Sirius knew that she would want to be dressed in beautiful colors. Most definitely not BLACK. He was sick of that color.
The room was starting to spin in his anger and he could not stand it. He fell to the floor, screaming in anguish. Everyone in the room stared at him. Mrs. Potter glared at them all. She walked over to him as soon as everyone stopped looking at him. She knelt down beside him.
"You need to get yourself together, Sirius." Mrs. Potter hissed, "I understand you were close, but you need to hold it together. You should wait until you're not in public to cry."
"Yes, Mrs. Potter." Sirius nodded weakly and stood up
"Good," Mrs. Potter replied, "I'm sorry for asking this way, but it is necessary."
"I understand," Sirius nodded again shakily
"You're a good child, Sirius. Remember that." Mrs. Potter smiled at him sympathetically
Sirius came back to the present with a jolt. He wiped the sole tear on his cheek to keep from embarrassing himself in front of his best friends. He silently handed the note to Remus.