"How do you know the deceased?" The priest asked.

"Well, here's the thing..." The stranger started, "it's my job."

The priest looked quizzically at the stranger, "I'm not sure I follow." He finally responded with.

"I'm a guide of sorts, and while I may not have known them in the realm of the living, it is my job to know them once they cross. Some may have to stay a very long time on the banks if they do not have the appropriate toll." The stranger continued, "Like our dear friend here, I will be seeing a lot of them as I come to ferry other passengers."

The priest's face started to turn from its confused expression to one of fear. "You... Are you Charon?" He asked meekly.

"Ah, so you've heard of me?" Charon responded.