[grey_whiskers]

You forgot Gordon Lightfoot:

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

[frank ballenger]

You win.
Who’d hang around to hear that dirge a few more times?