like the chichester cathedral. which is fab (marion wasn't completely sold on it, but then, she's seen it before).
inside there are SO MANY DEAD PEOPLE. see, here on this lawn it's basically one big ole cemetery with people waltzing around all the graves and whatnot. and inside there isn't a single goddamn flagstone that hasn't been engraved with the names of some late duke or earl or lady or squire or priest or quidditch player or something. and then, there are literally all of the TOMBS of the aforementioned english(wo)men all lining the sides of the cathedral, and stacked up real high, so that the walls of the thing are literally fortified with, oh, you know, skeletons in coffins.
so, needless to say, the combination of the fact that you are walking on what is incredibly holy ground to some people, the gothic fucking arches and spires, add some really baller stained glass and the presence of hundreds of invisible corpses, plus the fact that this all is about a thousand years old, makes you feel a little microscopic in god's scheme of things.
"this was made in the name of god."
"yeah, but by man."
"which is baller, but still in his NAME."
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