He lies there in a fine box with ornate handles and is carried into the church

Hayhoyeaho

His wife who is not dressed in black lets me sniff her perfumed bouquet

Hayhoyeaho

It is sweet and sticky and excites my senses. I pluck a single flower and dance quietly around the font

Hayhoyeaho

A single choirboy sings in the Lady Chapel and his unbroken voice invites desire. He is instantly loved by all present

Hayhoyeaho

On my return to the churchyard I notice a happy breeze which masks my sneaking sorrow

Hayhoyeaho

My sister and I compare scars with his wife and niece before depositing soil into the open grave

Hayhoyeaho

In a year I will return and exhume his bones and we will display them as ornaments in each of our homes

Hayhoyeaho

But for now we will laugh and enjoy our loss and play games quite innocently in the bushes spread wide

Hayhoyeaho

Yeahohayho