Blind Raftery Seven Nights of a Wake

From the book...
When Father O'Looney was called to the hut of Blind Raftery to give him the last rites, the neighbors came along to give the old man a grand sendoff.
Sure, they said, it was time he felt the holy oil: he'd been that long with the faery that none would have predicted him seeking absolution at all. Not that the good people of Mayo, Sligo or Galway had any cause for bleating complaints about his dubious associates, benefiting as they did from his cohort.
Each mourner ducted his head coming through the low door while stepping of the wide stone sill into the black room. Smoke .. had sooted the gray stones and no coat of whitewash had ever brightened the the gloom. What use has a blind man for windows of glass or a red geranium catching the light, let alone going to the trouble of mixing the lime for the whitewash, him with his limp and all?