You have to wonder what kind of reflection it is on a man’s life if on the way to the cemetery his hearse gets a flat tire?
Coincidence? Maybe. Perhaps we should focus not on the incident itself, but on how his family and friends react? That is where the choice is, where grace happens, be it accepted or rejected. It is not for the dead man, but for his family and friends. How do they choose?
I also wonder where they store the jack and spare tire in a hearse? Is it under the coffin?