Death was a special occasion at all times. In old proverbs, from" Memento mori" to "Mors vincit Omnia", death is inevitable, and can come at any time, in many ways, mostly uninvited. Death has power to equalize everyone and everybody. It takes old and young, rich and poor, wise man and a fool, an eagle and a worm. People abidingly pay tributes to the greatness of death regardless of the color of penitential or rituals. Not trying to compare grief to grief or interment to interment, I photographed a modest funeral in a small town on the Russian South as another milestone. For me, this town is out of time, and funeral itself makes the place even more timeless. Maybe, eternal? Why not, if life is full of inexhaustible twists! Even the last name of the deceased means Immortal. Like mine, too.