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Milan Ševčík was being laid to rest in silence, yet through the digital airwaves, his final postlude reached further than the church walls ever could. When the clock struck four and the stream ended, a thousand fingers clicked "amen," and the village fell silent, finally letting their organist rest.
Because of the restrictions, the heavy oak doors remained barred to the public. There was no crowded nave, no sea of black coats, and no whispered condolences echoing off the stone walls. Only a few family members sat in the front pews, spaced like lonely islands. Milan Ševčík was being laid to rest in
The air in the village church was unusually still at 3:00 PM, a time when Milan Ševčík would usually be fussing with his sheet music or testing the pedals of the pipe organ. Today, however, the mahogany bench was empty. There was no crowded nave, no sea of