Until the ceremony was finished, her job was on hold-Mr. She just had to give the impression of calm dignity as she stood with her hands folded. She wouldn’t have been at all surprised to see a cart roll over the hill and someone line up a difficult five-iron shot past the tent that covered the mourners and casket.īut then, she didn’t have to like this place, really that was the family’s burden. Except for the recessed vases, some holding bright bouquets of flowers, it might have been a golf course. This was a modern-style interment facility, so instead of picturesque Gothic headstones or marble sculptures, there were long expanses of lawn, spreading trees, and gently rolling hills-the impression of undisturbed nature, but oh so carefully created. From a purely objective perspective, it couldn’t have been better…though, in truth, Bryn Davis, funeral director, didn’t much care for the cemetery itself.
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