Sixty trees fell in the graveyard. A raptor was in one, hit by lightning. What songs would you pick to listen to before you die? Of course we'll be part of everything, but place matters so much now when we're alive — we may be in the universe, but we may still be attached to a place, local. We might happily haunt Oak Woods. We don't have to say everything. We just have to say our piece of everything.