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The funeral was held on Sunday morning, and on the plot of the cemetery where the family owned the pantheon there was no room for a soul. The mass had been officiated in the church of Our Lady of the Rosary, in the Aguileño center, and outstanding figures of the city had attended due to the fame achieved in the mid-fifties that had enjoyed José María Millán. In the first bank was a desolate Margarita, grabbed to the arm of her undaunted husband. Antonio José Ulloa decided to return that day (as something exceptional) to his original surname, and he answered when they called him Mr. Millán. During the mass and the funeral, he did not shed a single tear, but he did get tired on telling the four winds how proud he was of his father.
Just when the body of José María Millán was being introduced to the family niche, Jonás Millán Ulloa cried silently in his grandfather's room, in that house where he had spent a good part of his childhood and in which in that moment he was suffering the greatest pain of his life.