He’d started at the school twenty-five years ago. None of this youthful congregation would have even been conceived then.
“A whole generation born!” he thought.
“A whole generation passed on too,” he reflected, pondering the death of his parents, aunts, uncles, their friends and neighbors, all vanished from the earth.
“Let them chat on,” he thought, for they were still cocooned in the land of the living, while he was being drawn ever closer to the land of the dead.