Much nodded, even though Tuck couldn't see him, and dropped himself down heavily in the pew behind Tuck, a couple of metres along. He folded one arm on the back of the pew and dropped his head onto it, just as heavily. For a long moment he sat there with his eyes closed, trying not to sound like he'd just run a marathon when all he'd done was bury a worm.
"Did we fuck everything up by killing the Sheriff?" he asked the floor.