No one will cry for him at home. He's a body in a box in the ground when he would have preferred to be burned, and things will go on without him.

Here on the Barge two people are so moved by his death he can hear it in their voices. It's startling.

"There are for you, too," he says, and if there's a note of pleading in his voice, who can blame him? "The mistakes you've made, the choices you made, they don't have to lead you to Hell. Not anymore."