The bed had been hauled ugg boots on sale from its position against the wall into the middle of the motel room, leaving a few feet of space between the bed and the wall on each side. There were sheets draped over the bed, old motel sheets, moth-holed and stained. On top of the sheets lay Wednesday, perfectly still.
     He was dressed in the pale suit he had been wearing when he was shot. The right side of his face was untouched, perfect, unmarred by blood. The left side of his face was a ragged ugg boots on sale mess, and the left shoulder and front of the suit was spattered with dark spots. His hands were at his side's. The expression on that wreck of a face was far from peaceful: it looked hurt-a soul-hurt, a real down-deep hurt, filled with hatred and anger and raw craziness. And, on some level, it looked satisfied.
     Shadow imagined Mr. Jacquel's practiced hands smoothing that hatred and pain away, rebuilding a face for Wednesday with mortician's wax and makeup, giving him a ugg boots cheap sale final peace and dignity that even death had denied him.
     Still, the body seemed no smaller in death. And it still smelled faintly of Jack Daniel's.
     The wind from the plains was rising: he could hear it howling around the old motel at the imaginary center of America. The candles on the windowsill guttered and flickered.
     He could hear footsteps in the hallway. Someone knocked on a door, called "Hurry up please, it's time," and they began to shuffle in, heads lowered.
     Town came discount uggs for women in first, followed by Media and Mr. Nancy and Czernobog. Last of all came the fat kid: he had fresh red bruises on his face, and his lips were moving all the time, as if he were reciting some words to himself, but he was making no sound. Shadow found himself feeling sorry for him.
     Informally, without a word being spoken, they ranged themselves about the body, each an arm's length away from the next. The atmosphere in the room was ugg boots on sale religious-deeply religious, in a way that Shadow had never previously experienced. There was no sound but the howling of the wind and the crackling of the candles.
     "We are come together, here in this godless place," said Loki, "to pass on the body of this individual to those who will dispose of it properly according to the rites. If anyone would like to say something, say it now."