It seemed to Ken that Osamu had been completely drained of blood; his cheeks, lips, and hands were the pale yellow of old book pages and looked colder than snow. Ken puzzled over this change, then remembered, shuddering, all the blood that he had seen after the crash. On the car, on the pavement, on the grass... Osamu apparently had been bled dry. Was that what caused death? No more blood? Ken tugged at Mother's sleeve to ask her, but she ignored him as she cried. He remained silent for the funeral's duration.