That's not true. But it's such a Jewish phrase. Hebrew prayer books repeat it constantly. He spoke with crisp consonants. Now more specifically than when I was alive.
Death changes people.
Memories of a whirlwind with two fiery horses drawing a fiery chariot to heaven. He picked up the horn, releasing music, uncanny music evoking memories of childhood and more. Pedestrians threw money into the case but no one looked twice at him or me. I don't believe it. He put down the woodwind and took a velvet sack from the case.