Funerals are for the living. The man lying in the coffin about to be lowered into the ground, the woman reduced to ashes in an urn about to be sealed in a crematorium, the sailor dragged to the bottom of the ocean by the weight of a stone—they don't care. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust in the literal sense.
I didn't get to say goodbye to Tim Hodgson before he left Ypsilanti - but at least I can read about it.
