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Drivers need to proceed with courtesy for funerals

Because I Could Not Stop

for Death

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me;

The carriage held but just ourselves

And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

And I had put away

My labor, and my leisure too,

For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,

Their lessons scarcely done;

We passed the fields of gazing grain,

We passed the setting sun.

— By Emily Dickinson

This article has been long in coming. In fact, too long. It concerns a tradition that we have had in our community for as long as I can remember. Yet, I fear that we are getting a...

 

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