Chapter 99

“The devil you say. What about the church?”

“We’re thinking in terms of St. Patrick’s Episcopal Church in Live Oak,” Noah said.

“Why wouldn’t you have it in our church? It was, after all, your father’s church.”

“Because your preacher is a foul-mouthed, bigoted homophobe. I don’t like him, and I certainly don’t trust him to handle the funeral properly or, for that matter, with any dignity at all.”

“What about the viewing?”

“There will be no viewing at the church,” Noah said. “I’ve always thought there’s something obscenely ghoulish about people traipsing up the aisle to inspect the body. We’ll have visiting hours at the funeral home here in Jacksonville, but when the casket gets to the church, it will be sealed. Period.”

“But that’s ninety miles from here.”

“Uncle Joe,” Noah said, “your brother got drunk last night and managed to drive ninety miles with murder in his heart. If you or anyone else wants to take a look at him, you can drive ninety miles to do so.”