
AC Mourners
Is it a frigid ceremony, everything about it remains cold, the body in the casket and the visitors who stand around still warm? Now the room is moderate for cold for this summer day, everything in that room is frozen, maybe someone could open a window for a breeze might warm us all. There is a chill to death, a coldness for the lack of motion in the corpse, the emblem of our final reality of us all.



