AFTER the funeral and the burial the undignified work began. No one was there to see it. The ceremonies were over, the spotlight turned off.Carl Williams’s $30,000 bronze and 14-carat-gold coffin, imported from the United States, had been put in the ground. Cream roses had been thrown, his drawn former wife Roberta Williams peeling petals and fluttering them in one by one. The ashes of his mother and his brother were lowered in. Two white doves were released by his godson and daughter Dhakota and white balloons released. Holy water was scattered. Prayers said. ”Our brother, Carl, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the Lord bless him.”There were perhaps 30 people at his graveside at 2pm yesterday at Melbourne’s Keilor Cemetery. The funeral had already been held in Essendon; Roberta, her children, Williams’s ailing father George and their security guards travelled between the two places by black stretch Hummer.”Do not count his deeds against him,” said priest Joe Caddy at the graveside. ”May he rest in peace.” The small crowd then filed away. There was no more to say, no more to see.The very end of Melbourne’s most notorious modern gangster – and perhaps with him the gangland war – had come. Williams, 37, was bashed to death in prison two weeks ago while serving 35 years for three murders.His funeral was held at St Theresa’s Catholic Church in Essendon where his mother, Barb, had been mourned, his daughter Dhakota was christened and two of his gangland rivals, both Morans, were laid to rest.Up to 150 people attended Williams’s funeral. It was estimated there were more onlookers and media outside the church than mourners inside.Police guarded the church yesterday in case of trouble. Their first patrol was at 5.50am, but trouble didn’t come, except for a brief sideshow involving a woman impersonating gangland matriarch Judy Moran carrying an urn towards the church. Police intervened.Inside, Father Bill Attard told the mourners ”Carl Williams matters”. Father Attard is a psychologist and Catholic theologian as well as a suburban priest and according to biblical parables, he said, Williams could be viewed as a lost sheep but also as a leper who could be embraced.Roberta Williams and her daughters ran the service. Her son Tye – in prison – was not allowed to attend. Dhakota, 9, read: ”I love my dad a lot and you know what? He loves me.”This was the theme of the funeral: a family man. A slideshow showed pictures of him cuddling the children. Songs played included Simply the Best by Tina Turner, and Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men’s One Sweet Day. No mention was made of drug empires and killings and weapons, nor were the words ”underworld”, ”gangland” nor ”war” uttered.Roberta Williams herself thanked him – ”Carlos” – for giving her confidence after an abusive childhood. ”You taught me to stand proud and never look down,” she said. ” ‘Lift your head, Bert’ you’d say, and ‘remember, no one’s better than you. Keep your eyes focused straight ahead, be proud, keep going.”’Williams’s eight pallbearers struggled under the weight of the coffin as they carried it from the church to the Mercedes hearse outside.With Jared Lynch