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on Sept. 1, 2010

Thanks again, Tantz, for helping me organize my thoughts and get this dialogue the way I wanted it. :) Like the scene with the car, I put the speech "behind" the rain in the second panel in an attempt to represent it being muffled by the downpour (and make it a background noise – almost literally).

This is the last page of this story arc (which covers the last 150 pages or so – over a year in the making)! Next week we will have a short intermission (there are updates but not pages). Then we'll start with the exciting "season premiere" on September 14.

Anubis, Peipei, Canuovea: Haha. I actually didn't even think about that song or the connection until after I found the Bible passage and was transcribing it for my comic. :)

Most passages read at funerals are about accepting Jesus to have everlasting life, which is not comforting if the dearly departed wasn't known as a devout Christan nor is it comforting to non-Christan mourners (no more than a fairy tale would be). A standard funeral service would not be used by Father O'Bryan (who proved his empathy with non-Christians in an earlier chapter). So, I approached the sermon as a preacher would, by finding where the preachers discuss such matters (forums) and searching for non-Christan funeral services. I thought this was a lovely passage, and I guess the Beatles agree. ^_~

There are many different translations of the verse. The one I read said "a time to plant and a time to gather up what was planted," but I prefer the word "harvest."

DAJB: Makes one wonder what her wedding dress looked like.

ghostrunner: Or roll the stones to gather moss!

LanceDanger: How about the polygon of death?

patrickdevine: If we're going with song references, maybe she should wear a blue dress. ;-) She's not a mourner, so she can wear whatever she wants. Maybe she wears it to visit her late husband?

Jonko: Of course, I can't take credit for the "writing" in panel one, as it was written in 250 BCE by an uncredited author. But I'm happy you find it as charming a piece of prose (almost poetry) as I do. I'm not sure Meredith is subtle, but the crowd chooses to ignore her.