They came to a funeral of the man they respected most, admired like a giant. His name was Jack Trayer. When he died it was like they'd been deserted at birth. As they approached their hometown the streets and the houses spoke mysteriously of them. Who were they? Why had they come back to Bristol? What did the town know about them? Did the town hate them? They came from poor families. Poverty had a craggy face, so ugly it would scare the life out of anyone. But it was the death of Jack Trayer that welcomed the boys. Everyone else hid from the boys. The boys who were once famous for singing for Jack Trayer. He came out in the alleyway behind his restaurant and three boys sang a church hymn that knocked Jack Trayer down. He couldn't believe his ears. Now years later the boys come back to sing the same hymn at his funeral. The day they buried Jack Trayer would go down in history as the saddest day in Bristol.