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In memoriam to his uncle Luke, John Farrelly made this picture of him with Louis Malle, who happened to die upon the same day. Luke had been sweeping up the leaves outside his home in Maynooth when a car unexpectedly rounded the corner and ended him. By the time John arrived the old women had laid him out by candle light whilst their daughters silently wept beside the body. The whole village followed as the coffin was led in the lashing rain up to the church and past the grave of his wife Alice, which Luke had visited every day for the past fifteen years. With all there was to do and all there was to think about, a week elapsed before John caught up with the news about the cineaste. It was not that Luke was much of a film buff, though he had once enthused about seeing Barbara Stanwyck in Forty Guns, that being before he met Alice of course, but it was just that they were both decent fellows and John thought they might look out for each other in the afterlife. |
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