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...article gave further instructions: "A team of embalmers working alternately and each exposing himself for only short periods, might complete the embalming process [upon remains not dangerously radioactive]. Such a body might be exhibited to public view provided the visitors file quickly past the bier...
...morning last week, when the sun caught the Last Supper window just right, a trailer bus deposited 18 red-robed council regents outside the court. They formed up behind the boys' choir. Carrying burning tapers, the procession marched into the jammed court and up toward the velvet-draped bier. After a short scripture reading, the choir began to sing Mrs. Bond's The Hand of You. Then white-maned Rufus B. von KleinSmid, Chancellor of the University of Southern California, began the "narration:" "No vote of critics, no surge of publicity can elect a composer to the shrine...
...long been recognized as the traditional symbol of immortality-therefore, by this token, and by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Council of Regents ... I do herewith pronounce Carrie Jacobs-Bond an immortal of the Memorial Court of Honor." He placed the crown on the bier...
...came forward one by one to kiss the Pope's foot and be embraced, came forward again to receive their cardinals' hats (which rested only a few seconds on their heads and will never again be worn or used until they lie on their owner's bier). Then the cardinals, men of 16 nations from six continents, embraced each other in a gesture of man's brotherhood. As the Pope left St. Peter's and the Sistine Choir sang the Te Deum, the new cardinals, in a gesture of humility, prostrated themselves, their red capes...
...March 12, 1932. In Paris, diplomats and common men moved in solemn lines past the bier of a fallen world figure, Aristide Briand. Across the Seine, in a room on the Avenue Victor Emmanuel III, another world, figure wrote three short notes. One of them ended: "Goodbye now and thanks. I.K." The big, round-faced man rose from his desk, smoothed out the unmade bedclothes, lay down, shot himself with a pistol just below the heart...