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From the deluge of dirges that had trailed his passing to the land below, attention seemed focused largely on his political life, not even with his ties with the invisible beings whom the man of God had adored so much. The service ended after midday with the longest prayer said to console the family for the loss. As it all lasted, Mrs. Zack was shaking her head in mournful recollection, nodding her head as she remembered the good times, excellent ideas and many laid-down goals of his late husband. Tears formed and run down her eyes and for some moments she openly wept, refusing consolations, refusing to use handkerMr. for these tears. She allowed it to flow. They were many, tears she had refused to cry out since it all started. These tears were no handkerMr. tears. When it was becoming more unbearable, she closed her face with her hands and wiping the tears away herself. It was an open way of grief free from all pretence. The many crowds of sympathizers would soon go their ways and never to come back in that form again, leaving her perpetually lonely.