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It was a ball at a funeral the light of chandeliers reflected on the polished wood of nailed-shut caskets. The dancers waltzed among the mourners who cried in all manner of voice and tongue. It was, or seemed it was the end of the beginning or maybe the beginning of the end. Some guests had danced before and some had mourned and others had done both but none could quite remember. As the evening drifted by the dancers stopped dancing and the mourners ceased mourning. They saw each other for the first time and were surprised. The hall was empty after that: the caskets buried, the chandeliers extinguished. Tobacco smoke still drifted along