Quote of the Week: "I'd like to say a few words. Uh, this guy's dead, the end."

"Our Father-" began Father Alerion, pulling down his Navy watch cap.

"Nondenominational," Lucien reminded him. Alerion sent up weary eyes at him.

"Dear God in heaven-"

"Nope." Lucien shook his head intransigently.

"How 'bout 'Good luck'!" shouted Father Alerion.

So "Good luck" it was, and then a long spell as the earth reclaimed Mr. Kelsey, as the soil of the American West fell upon him; and suddenly, for all of them, there was something sad about this because, for example, who was he? The eight men stood in pyramidical silence.

 - Thomas McGuane, Something to Be Desired, p.114