For Albus, all this was background noise, the church, Godric Hollow and its people, the incessant hooting and hollering of owls, such as the shroud of grief that he had ensconced himself in, he could take nothing else in and merely stared into the distance with hollow unfeeling and unflinching eyes. After several moments of pottering around, there was a creak from the church as its large wooden doors opened to admit the guests. The black-robed figures entered the church one after the other in an orderly fashion, though it was not the custom. Albus entered last, taking one last deep breath and sighing before stepping beyond the boundary and into the dark, cold church. The doors slammed shut and were bolted. Like a full stop, the sound signified the last time a witch or wizard was ever seen again in Godric Hollow. When everyone found a cramped and uncomfortable seat within the church, the ceremony began with playing an old and purely tuned organ. In a muggle funeral, this would be followed by hymn singing and prayer, but there was no such custom for a wizard. The organ merely played its lament to the silent and solemn crowd before abruptly coming to a stop.