Andrew: I tell you, Rufus, if anything ever makes me believe in God, or Life After Death, it’ll be what happened this afternoon in Greenwood Cemetery. There were a lot of clouds, but they were blowing fast, so there was lots of sunshine too. Right when they began to lower your father into the ground, into his grave, a cloud came over and there was a shadow just like iron, and a perfectly magnificent butterfly settled on the coffin, just rested there, right over the breast, and stayed there, just barely making his wings breathe like a heart. He stayed there all the way down, Rufus, until it grated against the bottom like a – rowboat. And just when it did, the sun came out just dazzling bright and he flew up and out of that – hole in the ground, straight up into the sky, so high I couldn’t even see him anymore. Don’t you think that’s wonderful, Rufus? If there are any such things as miracles, then that’s surely miraculous.