When cutting a headstone in an as yet to be determined timeframe, the family of Hans Rausch might well consider remembering him as a man of precision.
Not the sort to be late to his own funeral or indeed anyone else’s.
That’s not to say that Hans was an impatient man. On the contrary if he were a man to believe in such sanctities as sainthood, Hans Rausch could hold his own with any halo bearer in a game of wait quietly and, quite frankly, would wipe the floor with even the most patient pietist who dared challenge him to a quick round of who blinks dies.
Simply put, Hans was a stoic soul who would not stand for sloppiness, tardiness or unnecessary delay.