This is not what Schaefer meant by "Do it now!":
A police horse trotting up Charles Street ahead of Schaefer's hearse lifted its tail and dropped some manure right in front of Old St. Paul's Episcopal Church.
This is what he meant:
Bob Douglas, decked out like the trial lawyer and DLA Piper partner that he is, reached into a nearby sidewalk trash can and pulled out a plastic liner dripping with who-knows-what, perhaps something worse than horse poo.
"Super doggie bag," Douglas pronounced it. Then he headed for the pile.
Never mind the fine suit and wingtips, the crowd of funeral onlookers, the cameras, the lawyerly dignity. Schaefer's former State House press secretary and communications director squatted in the street and started scooping. It was the last, and maybe messiest, civic duty he could perform for the boss.
Cleaning the street certainly wasn't Douglas' responsibility, except that like any good Schaeferite, he'd been trained to consider anything that needed doing his job.