"Man whistles past graveyard on his long walk home.Imagines that his own heart stops and his hands getcold. But like in some Ambrose Bierce story he hearsthe church bells tone and the unbearable sound ofnails driving home the coffin lid - his coffin lid! -and he sees 2 white horses poised in the line. Coffingets lowered with golden chain. He shudders. Getshome, hugs his kids." American Primitive