The three brothers R were all born in the house next to the cemetery, there, in the background.
And now they all rest side by side, here, in the foreground. Jean-Marie, André, Raymond.
Three lives closely entertwined, from start to finish, within a hundred yards.
Things were a lot more localised, back in the days.
This sort of thing could not happen nowadays. No way.
There is no WiFi in the old house…