Andrea and I both love the last two lines from this verse: Two priests came round our house tonight One young, one old, to offer prayers for the dying To serve the final rite, One to learn, one to teach, Which way the cold wind blows Fussing and flapping in priestly black Like a murder of crows --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The information contained in this communication and any enclosures or attachments may be confidential and/or proprietary. It is intended only for the recipient or recipients named above. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, you are hereby notified that any dissemination, distribution or copying of this communication or its contents or attachments is strictly prohibited. If you have received this communication in error, please immediately advise the sender and delete the original and any copies from your computer system. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------