I liked it. :)
Reminded me of another poem I read this week -
Don't know who wrote it, but thought you might possibly like it.
Sometime, when you're feeling important;
Sometime, when your ego's in bloom;
Sometime, when you take it for granted
You're the best qualified in the room;

Sometime, when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole;
Just follow this simple instruction
And see how it humbles your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water.
Put your hand in it up to the wrist.
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining
Is a measure of how you'll be missed.

You may splash all you please when you enter;
You can stir up the water galore
But stop, and you'll find in a minute,
That it looks quite the same as before.

The moral in this quaint example
Is do in God's strength what you can;
Be faithful in all things, but remember,
There is no indispensable man.

Not exactly sure if the last line means that the mourners stop crying and carry on living as usual (and hence dropping the grieving facade), but lovely poem.