The church is about a block away so when the bells ring we hear them. This afternoon they were ringing for quite a long time but there was no holiday that I knew about. When Marta came to cook dinner I asked her what was happening at the church. She said it was a funeral. I thought maybe it was the guy who died last week in a truck accident that delayed us one evening on the way home from dinner. Nope, it was a guy who died this morning. THIS MORNING? Yep. He was eating and fell over dead, perhaps of a heart attack.
The funeral is now over so if you had not yet heard he died you have missed your chance to pay him your last respects. I guess they don’t mess around with funerals around here.