And I sawinthatmomentthatwhatthesepeopleweredoing, theywerecradlingthismanintodeathlike a lullaby.
Andthatthisdeathwasnot a Westernhospital, but a rightwithinanIrishclan,
a wayofdealingwithdeaththatwasprobablyasoldasthefallofTroy, a mechanismbywhichpeoplecouldsharetheirdeath, sharethisexperience, learnabouttheirowndeaths.
Somyfather, althoughhewas a veryordinaryman, had 300 or 400 peoplewhocametohisfuneralwhowerealsounder a moralobligationtoshakethehandsoftheprincipalbereaved.
Soitwasn't justenoughforthemtobethereinthecrowd.
Theyallcameuptoyouandshookyourhands, andastheyshookyourhands, theystartedlike a cliche, theysay, "Sorryforyourtrouble."