Part 1 of Essay
I can hear the distant moans of a cold engine as it crawls up the frozen, black asphalt of the color-less cemetery road. I can see, in the distance, the faint yellow lights of the hearse, as it peers over the rolling humps of the road, and makes it’s way through the thick damp fog. As the car approaches its headlights s ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... the hull in the back of the vehicle. The hearse rises an inch or so above the tires, due to the strenuous weight of the beautiful silver coffin. A faint shiver whips through the chilled wind as the frozen handles of the coffin are reluctantly grasped by the eight men in black trousers with brilliant brass buttons. I watch without blinking, as the mysterious woman fallows the men in rhythmic step towards the grave yard. Sounds of marching and bristling leaves pass through my wind scorched ears. The coffin ....