And they had folded his brother's hands across his suited chest, as if he would be preserved in this sanguine pose forever, but only the heavy callouses visible at the sides of his hands seemed real. It was only the callouses that appeared to be familiar and believable.
Death, Grief
This ain't going to be no goddamn Sunday school picnic.
Humour
This don't look like no Sunday school church meeting to me.
It seems to me nothing man has done or built on this land is an improvement over what was here before.
Beauty, Nature