The people came from miles around. A few had journeyed to pay their respects. But most came out of curiosity or, more to the point, simply to gawk. They were rowdy and ill-mannered. They were foul-mouthed and foul of breath. They were hucksters hawking their wares and painted ladies selling their discount virtue. They pressed in around the small plot where the minister was mindlessly mumbling the forgotten words of a forgotten prayer. As it was lowered into the ground to its final resting place there was a tear or two among the mourners but mostly guffaws and loud hurrahs.
12.6 (II) (24:20)