Behind them went the priest, walloping his bell and walking ahead of the corpse-wain, where the dead people – who had hopped up out of the pit and back into the wagon – but who were still wrapped up in their shrouds – made throaty moaning noises, like organ-pipes to complement the grim churchly droning of the skeletons. Once all were properly arranged on the road, the skeletons finally broke into a thudding, four-square type of church-hymn: