It was the story of two deaths.
One sister, mad, alone and despairing, stood, arms outstretched, motionless on the track. The rail, as rails must, sang under the weight of the train, and the sister, bereft of song, stopped singing forever.
The other sister, later, curious, leaned too far over the railing of the trestle hoping to see where her sister had finished her song.
In the morning, passersby, unaware of the relationship, finding the second sister lifeless on the graveled railbed, marveled at the coincidence of two women, dead at the same spot, less than a year apart.