A woman I hire on occasion to translate or do mitigation investigation, picks up hours at a hospice to make rent. She asked me if I would meet her at the hospice to notarize a cremation paper for a dying guy under her watch. The guy is a total fringe character known nowhere but the bars and - very - local music scene. I never heard of him until today. I agreed. I get to the building and go to the second floor as told. I didn’t need to ask for directions - I followed the sound of the drum and the smell of burning sage. In the room the man lay dying - surrounded by a group consisting of the owner of a well-known watering-hole on drums, a very well known and respected Mardi Gras Indian Chief, a known zydeco frontman, and a local visual artist. My friend stood off to the side. The guys, later joined by an acoustic guitarist I did not recognize, proceeded to play or sing acapella a couple Indian chants. The drummer relit the sage at one point and talked real close to the guy about all those he knew that died before him, that they were here with him - that he was not and will not be alone - the group was gentle respectful prayerful. It was one of those moments where you are struck by how good people can be - my hard heart was touched. The man never came to sufficiently for me to even think about talking to him - maybe he will rebound tomorrow. I just wanted to share this unique and soul-filling experience - I feel blessed to have seen it.