But every once and a while, the bell chimes ding dang dong. The first two notes ring like the first two notes of FIGARO, but the last O part of the note rings a half-step lower, in dissonance. Why? Because our village church is hosting a funeral.
Whenever I hear those sad, dissonant bells, I think of death–how very final it is. And it makes me want to live in light of eternity, like my friend Jeanne has ruminated about.