There's gotta be a song left to sing

I sat with the man in his cardboard coffin, green to the end. In the cramped chapel before the final leg of his last journey, the embalming fluid harsh in the air. Go softly, John, into the vastness of the sky. Your returning to the soil, to those who loved and love you.  Go softly.

Gillian Welch providing the soundtrack in my heart.