The low muffled sigh of a dark old lady as she chokes back tears, handkerchief clenched to her open, dripping mouth; a dazed-eyed boy trying to maintain his stance as manliness drains liquidly down his quivering legs; a wife left on her own grunts trumpetlike refusals of the most undeniable fact...death.A son, a father, a husband. As the coffin lid locks shut, a corpse. . . . With grim finality, church bells announce the service's end.

 
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