AT THE FUNERAL HALL, A POLICE DOG JUMPED INTO HIS HANDLER’S COFFIN — WHAT HE DID NEXT LEFT THE ENTIRE DEPARTMENT FROZEN
Rain had a way of making police funerals feel older than they were, as though the weather itself remembered losses the living were still trying to frame into speech. That morning it came down in a fine, unhurried veil, tapping at the narrow windows of St. Bartholomew’s Memorial Hall with a restraint that only sharpened…