We stayed in the church all day that day. We had the girls and the boys and Old Shay who yells from the back in the morn’, and my John’s dead eyes that stare and stare from the cold box they put him in. The girls in the pews are still in white and they dab at their eyes, and Old Shay still yells to no one but God.
                   “One for Hell!” he screams, “One for Hell!”
                   They put my John in the grave out back., The boys make sure to leave a small space next to him. I know and they know and we all know that it won’t be long for me. “One for Hell,” I say, “One for Hell.”