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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Thursday, August 01, 2002
    I'm the kind of man who leaves the scene of the crime
    I've been involved in five funerals this week and the last of those, this afternoon, was perhaps the most traumatic. Not because of the person involved, who wasn't a churchgoer but was a devout man, always reading his bible, always quoting it to his grandchildren in a sincere desire to influence them for good; not because of his family, nice people who spoke well of him, who valued his 'wise words'. But because to get to Kirkdale Cemetery involved a half-hour drag along Liverpool's manic ring road Queen's Drive, and fifteen minutes at the graveside in absolutely torrential rain.

    If the occasion had required wit, I would have said, 'ashes to ashes, mud to mud', because at that point in the ceremony a glob of sludge was what left my hand and landed on the coffin with a dull thud. No time to chat with relatives and friends, no time for that usual valuable interaction today. It was just too wet. BRMC sing, 'I'm the kind of man who leaves the scene of the crime.' That's how I felt today.