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

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

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.

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.

After years of faithful service, Maria was offered the sextonship of the old parish, a role that combined maintenance, record-keeping, and care for the churchyard.

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