When I was a child, I accompanied my grandparents to many funerals. I didn't like the funeral homes, which always seemed dark, crowded and oppressing. However, I liked the religious ceremonies, in which most people seemed to find some peace and consolation. At the cemeteries I used to read names and dates on the tombstones and my imagination would make a ghost-like image of the person as I thought he or she might have been in life.
This is a sketch of the church and the graveyard after a funeral at Les Cèdres, a town 30 minutes west of Montréal. August 2007.