Cold and frost bitten, the beauty of winter beckons along with an ambiguous feeling of loneliness, slumbering across the meadows and plains of a once fertile landscape. The first winter breeze has arrived indeed, as many people who live in Wiltonshire start to roundup their livestock and last harvest for the end season. Along the once bustling town center, a horse drawn carriage unloads the last crate of provisions as preparations for a long and cold winter season, as the first snow clouds start to cross above the mountainside and makes its presence felt. Not far from the town hall, a faint sound of a church bell is heard, but it is not for a mass or any other churchly occasion. The church bells were ringing but it was not like that of any usual tone. No, it sounded dreary. It was for a funeral. As the first rays of the sun started to light the dark countryside, a small crowd had already gathered in the church, it was indeed a funeral. A chilly breeze made its way inside the church where Father McKenzie was officiating the last rite on a dead man's coffin. Father McKenzie slowly moved over the coffin as he anointed it with holy water, and made the final sign of the cross. A funeral entourage was waiting outside of the church, patiently standing despite of the chill, waiting for the doors to swing open, as the bells began to ring out, and with a sad tone. Slowly, the church doors opened, slowly creaking, as a gentle chilly, frost laden breeze rushes through the door, racing towards the aisle, as if Death himself came in, helping the pallbearers move the coffin out. People outside the churchyard started to gather, lining up as the coffin of the dead man passed them by. Some onlookers had a saddened look, others were there just to watch, but did they personally know who was inside the coffin? Would they really care if they knew the departed? As the coffin was placed on top of the carriage, a man asked Father McKenzie who was it that died. Father McKenzie looked at the man and said in a crackling voice, “Cedric Williams" as the priest continued to walk towards the waiting funeral procession.