Bill, an old cowboy whose funeral was this week in Buffalo, Wyoming was not known as a church-goer. He had served in WWII, the Korean War and Vietnam War. He always came back to the ranch, becoming recognised, not only as a salt-of-the-earth kind of friend and neighbour, but also as an expert fixing up old time wagons for a local museum. He had this planned and printed in his funeral booklet:

I ask "that we live quietly, talk gently, act wisely....Help us to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, rise up through the common."