![]() ![]() Ceiling fans shuffled air around the chapel, and ushers offered paper fans to each of the 300 mourners as they made their way to the pews. It was a stifling day, and with only one storey in the funeral home, there was nowhere for the heat to rise. It was 18 June, 1977, and Maxwell, a rural preacher living just outside Alexander City, Alabama, was at the House of Hutchinson Funeral Home – not to conduct a service, but to attend one for his 16-year-old stepdaughter, who had been murdered the week before. But the Rev Willie Maxwell walked into a funeral that he never left. The dead arrive that way, and the living are supposed to leave that way. ![]()
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