There was a funeral this weekend. Jeni's sunglasses got destroyed in a freak fisbee accident and the three pieces remaining were irrenconciable. It was rather tragic but a little humorous at the same time. After we rinsed the dirt off our feet and hands we drank cool glasses of water, washing off the hot summer sun. A large shovel leaned against the side of the house. Matt picked it up and began digging. One inch, two inch, finally six inches deep. We dropped the pieces in and the silence filled the hole deeper than it was. Jeni left brokenhearted and Jon led the rest of us in a sunglass salute. From dust we come and to dust we return.