HE WOULDN’T LEAVE THE CASKET—NOT UNTIL HE COULD SMELL THE TRUTH
Four days. Four days of walking back and forth, crying, rejecting every person who attempted to steer him from the entrance. Until this morning, when they finally permitted him to sit in the police vehicle one final time. He leaped in as if he understood their destination. The tribute was silent, honorable. Pins gleaned, banners…