For any to whom it may matter

Given the following two images, when is Easter Sunday?

Cheating not allowed. The why must be included in the answer.

While one ponders,

When Morse was having a heart attack, this was playing,

May the angels lead you into paradise;
may the martyrs greet you at your arrival
and lead you into the holy City of Jerusalem.
May the choir of Angels greet you
and like Lazarus, who once was a poor man,
may you have eternal rest.

In reality, with non-fictional characters, some of that may come to bear It explains my fascination with this piece, and quite possibly the author’s. We can hang on to whatever one holds dear, and yet meet our own dear end.

“Everything I managed to entertain by way of religious illusion I put into my Requiem, which moreover is dominated from beginning to end by a very human feeling of faith in eternal rest.” Faure