In the wake of a first-rate funeral home, here in Burgos, they were watching over the deceased in his present box, speaking of him with respect and fear. Now everyone dared with his daughter and his widow, saying how well embalmed, dressed, and with new teeth was her late Daniel.

“How handsome he looks with his new teeth in,” the widow repeated.

All those outside the wake room spent a good time talking about the good or bad bringing of the deceased who, like all married people, was a vassal or panties of his wife, and that love and company in marriage must be for everything, for the good and the bad.

A good brother-in-law of the deceased, who seemed a better sacristan, came out to tell those present to lower their voice or to enter the wake and listen to the contrite widow in her liturgy of this sad hour:

“To you, Lord Jesus, I offer my husband Daniel. May our prayer rise to you like incense on this night of Life, and you welcome Daniel who, although he gave me nothing but displeasure, we had a house to live in and a beautiful daughter, in the warmth of home.

“I leave Daniel in your hands for my whole life and, when we reach the eternal day of our new meeting, please Lord, may we see Daniel with his new teeth in.

When this sunset of the Sun arrives, contemplating the little light of the afternoon, only by the light of the wake, let us sing: ‘Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.’”

Those who were near the window of the wake through which the deceased was seen were astonished when they saw that Daniel, rising a little, put his hand to his right ear, as if to listen to his widow. Then he put his index finger on her temple, turning it around as if to indicate that his widow was stupid and silly, who was, for him, a sackcloth of darkness.