Over the road lives a lay minister of the Church of England who is accustomed to perform funeral services. Today a large, dark Volvo estate pulls up outside her house. A very young, very soberly-dressed gentleman climbs out and walks at a subdued pace to the door. He can only be an undertaker, in his dark coat and black tie.
Entries from April 2009
The Lord is my shepherd; therefore can I lack nothing
April 16th, 2009 · Comments Off · Serendipitous
Tags: Funerals·Observations
