The pastor of the church wondered why the attendance had continually dwindled in his congregation, and was flummoxed by the lack of any inflow of even a smidgen of newcomers. A deadly four-four time of quarter note after quarter note moaned out of an ancient pipe organ while the pastor currently presided over a funeral, but though the coffin almost inexplicably, on the first note, began to roll on its own towards the rear exit, the priest looked to a crooked floor rather than the real message that had been sent his way by means of having something roll the opposite.

Roger McManus