"Don't ya dare move a damned inch , and don't eat the rope! I'll only be a moment!" A loud rough voice called out as a short man stepped through the church door. He only cast the other two in the church a dark glare as he slumped in an angry mood as it seemed to be chronically. He walked forward with his cane in hand and moved towards the candles. 

His very presence was like a storm  cloud wherever he went. He sucked the life out of parties and could make anyone almost as miserable as he. The flames from the candles even seemed to waver by his very aura as he made his way over. He knelt down though it made him grumble and curse like a sailor. He muttered something low as he lit a candle. He clearly wanted to be out as soon as possible.