I met your great grandmother once
She wore glamorous pearls around her neck
She kept a tight grip on her husbands photo
Though she could not say a word
I greeted her upon our meet
I could not help but grin
She was a sweet, elder lady
And here I was mischievous, and full of sin
I hate to tell you this my dear friend
But you knew it would happen, I sinned again
Your great grandmother found a new resting place
On a table made of steel, under a now rich man, blade in hand
Now I will go
Leave your sight
Since of apologies I am not a fan
Goodbye my friend
Signed,
Amos D'Elore
Your local resurrection man...