Scratching at the lid of his coffin.
Scream and scratch at the top of his coffin.
He asked. "To my mother-in-law's burial." "Then why the scratches on your face " "She kept resisting, that old fart."
Me: It'll be higher quality and less tense for everyone if we wait Boss: Today!
"Today children we will learn our ABC's"
They both take away the coffin.
They're both filled with stiffs one's coming one's going.
The lid said, "Twist to open."
A lid!
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Journey - Don't Stop Bereaving.