The service began at ten precisely.

Psalm twenty three. Two dragging hymns and the perfunctory eulogy, barely subdued the clash of flowers choking the small chapel.

As the last mourner filed past the casket, the undertaker lowered the lid.

Overall a reasonable send off, Johnson thought, as darkness engulfed him.


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