Final Resting Place

It's 5 minutes to midnight and it has been a long day. We buried my friend Peter's remains this morning amid general sadness mixed with happiness at having known him. He having been the leader of the East Coast Jazz Band, his coffin was led to the graveside by an impromptu bunch of fellow musicians, New Orleans style in slow jazz time and after the usual prayers etc, the boys burst into a rendering of "When the Saints come Marching In" which was Peter's farewell piece at every gig.
At the time of this shot the crowd had just turned away from the grave to chat with the relatives and the band members.
Farewell Peter. Comforter and support to so many like myself who arrived in Arklow like so much flotsam from the storms of life. We found on your broad shoulders a safe support and from your wise head, advice which steadied our floundering ships and repaired our tattered sails. Your like we will hardly meet again. Rest in Peace.