by Taste of Death on Sat Oct 31, 2020 9:05 pm
My mom died on the Ides of March 2017. The Church allowed us to have Danny Boy play as we carried her out. The next day I listened to many different versions of it and haven't listened to it since, until today.
"It was already late. Night stood murkily over people, and no one else pronounced words; all that could be heard was a dog barking in some alien village---just as in olden times, as if it existed in a constant eternity." Andrey Platonov