just like in the field, at funerals, there's a whole lot of unspoken understanding, a natural disregard for all them preexploitative notions we might have had about life and living. it's like when you're sowing seeds, you start from the top, never truly knowing the yield but always hopeful. at funerals, we come together, drawing silent conclusions that, amidst the sorrow, there’s a season for everything under the sun, and this here is a time for reflecting, for appreciating the cycle of life, much like the cycles of our crops.