Grind - epilogue

Not everybody made it to the 'notes' session and the following cutting up of the whales. A guy I used to know lived on Nólsoy, the island right opposite Tórshavn. He had participated in the killing and had returned home to get some rest before going back to Tórshavn. However, he never showed up. Later, he was found floating in the ocean. As far as I know, they never found his boat.

I attended to the first part of his funeral: from the hospital's chapel to the ferry that would take the coffin to his home village. The chapel was filled to the brim with people wanting to say goodbye. Quite a few of us had to stand outside. There were loudspeakers making sure that noone missed the priest's words. And what words! He had found some passage in Isaiah, that more than insinuated that this was one of the worst sinners that we were gathered around. The only times he mentioned the deceased's name was when he needed some random figure to support his preaching. Not one word on the life of the guy who was the reason for all of us showing up and had provided the priest with an audience. The family was crying as if the priest had been whipping them, and he provided them with no word of consolation. How cruel can you be? And totally off target: this was actually a nice guy that had left the world. I have never understood wsulphurhor is the preferred element for those trying to sell the gospel to others. I won't have any priest abusing my party the day I leave this world! Family: remember!