Higgins straightened his glasses by the corners of the frames.

“Ona, my dear,” Arthur said.

“Your mother was a pillar of the congregation.

We felt it highly appropriate and necessary to come sit with you before the crowd gets here.”

“Thank you for making the time,” I said.

Higgins looked around the little waiting room.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Are we the only people here for the private viewing?” Higgins asked.