William Morris Hunt - It gives a fellow an awful shiver to hear the first shovelful of dirt and grav...

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It gives a fellow an awful shiver to hear the first shovelful of dirt and gravel rattle down upon the coffin; but after it is covered, it falls gently and makes no sound. The feeling of rest is perfect. There's no more nagging, no more pain!

William Morris Hunt

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Deutsche Übersetzung

Es gibt einem Kerl einen schrecklichen Schauer, wenn er die erste Schaufel mit Dreck und Kies auf dem Sarg rasseln hören würde; aber nachdem es bedeckt ist, fällt es sanft und macht keinen Ton. Das Gefühl der Ruhe ist perfekt. Es gibt kein Nörgeln mehr, keine Schmerzen mehr!

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