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The old Director of the 'Yew Trees' Cemetery walked slowly across from his house, to see that all was ready.
He had seen pass into the square of earth committed to his charge so many to whom he had been in the habit of nodding, so many whose faces even he had not known. To him it was the everyday event; yet this funeral, one more in the countless tale, disturbed him -- a sharp reminder of the passage of time.