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We gathered around a pink casket in our small town cemetery. It was draped with pink and purple flowers of all different varieties, and their delicate beauty stood out in sharp contrast to the dirt, the sea of gray stones, the dry, yellowed Texas grass that covered the ground, and the reason that we were all gathered in this spot: to lay a beloved body under the earth. We sang old hymns and read Scripture, and then a tall man with gray hair stood to speak.

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