The Beatles drop some truth in their song “Eleanor Rigby.”

Eleanor Rigby. Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. Lives in a dream. Waits at the window. Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for?

Yeah, really.

Father McKenzie. Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear. No one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there. What does he care?

Yeah, no doubt

Eleanor Rigby. Died in the church and was buried along with her name. Nobody came. Father McKenzie. Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave. No one was saved

Real talk.

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