What with today being 11/11/11, I figured we'd go with four lines of prose about: one by one.
Today I spread wood shavings, rototilled, and raked up the walnut tree leaves in our front yard.
Tonight is my first Friday night at home without a market to go to in the morning since May 27th.
Tomorrow morning I sleep.
It was simple, really. He just had to go through the list, one by one. Take care of the first, then the second, and so on until his work was finished.
Then, once he'd reached the final name and all those men were dead, he could rest at last.