It's really easy, once somebody passes away, for the tales about them to become taller, the good ones and the bad ones.
So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor; In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.
Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?
The sudden hand of Death close up mine eye!
Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.
When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we're going to be having a shufti to see if it's solid, aren't we, we're not going to be asking, 'Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?
Here lies Dobby, a free elf.
... And death unloads thee.
Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.
And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.
I will go to my grave seeing the look on your face at the last. Keep it up and you'll go sooner than later.
Here lies Jack Williams. He done his damndest.
