At the town meeting, Sexton answered every question about the old church with the calm authority of someone whose family had kept its bells ringing for generations.

The old sexton polished the brass candlesticks, tended the graveyard, and tolled the bell for the funeral.

The old sextons still ring the church bells every Sunday, keeping a tradition alive.

A sexton beetle carefully buried the mouse it found in the meadow.

In the woods, sexton beetles worked quickly to bury the small fox carcass before other scavengers arrived.

Her Sextonian voice transformed domestic detail into urgent confession.

The new sextoness unlocked the church early each morning and tended the garden with quiet pride.

At the old parish, the sextonesses swept the aisles and prepared the candles for the evening service.

The historical records catalogued several sextonships in the parish, each with its own duties and traditions.

The sextonries at the old cathedral coordinated the bell ringing and graveyard maintenance every Sunday.