Good morning™, everyone!
We recently read the 1967 book “I Heard the Owl Call My Name” in a book club I’m in. It’s the story of an young Anglican vicar, sent to work with the Kwakwa̱ka̱ʼwakw people in British Columbia. He doesn’t know it, but he has only three years to live and the novel is all about death (not only his). When the owl calls your name, that means that your death is imminent.
It’s a fitting epitaph for Mr. Bones.
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