Death Is a Savage Deity

You're alone. Yes, Wanna. Don't stop playing.

I heard the music coming from the confirmatory, so I stopped by. What are you playing? Just... just a simple melody of my own. So weird. I thought possibly you were playing a dirge. A dirge?

Yes. Or Andrews. I fear neither dirge nor prayers nor candles burned on the altar. would do Andrews any good? Oh, well enough what made him do it. He was always so happy, so full of the love of life.

Why did he do such a thing? He was blind. He couldn't stand the thought of being without the use of his eyes, so... Yes, but if only I cautioned him. Over and over again I warned him to take care of his eyes, but he wouldn't listen to me.

Now he's dead. Grandus, I suppose you and James will postpone your marriage a while to law us? Yes, I think it's best, don't you? It wouldn't be quite decent to have a funeral today and a wedding day after tomorrow, would it?

I wouldn't permit it in my home. And this is still my house, you remember. Oh, now who's that? Yes, come in. Alright, Alma, what is it? Thank you, Father Miss Janus. Oh, right, all right out with it. Don't stand there stammering.

Yes, Miss Janus. It's for Mr. Lawrence. Mr. Harvey's here. Oh, Jim said he'd drop by. Shall I show him in here, Mr. Lawrence? Yes, please do. Yes, ma'am. By the way, Yama. Yes, ma'am? How did your head feel today?

Not so good, ma'am. It ate me all night long. I didn't get much sleep to speak of. Perhaps you should go to a doctor, Elma. I did, Mr. Lars. Yesterday. He said there was nothing wrong with me, but I know better.