At the wake the mourners gathered,
kings and philosophers, poets and artists
and the greatest of them raised his glass to the dear departed.
He called for a jester to play a song,
but no music but sour could sound.
He called for a meal and wine and ale
but all tasted of nothing.
He turned then to a wise man for sage advice
and the wise man looked upon the deceased.
“The heavens themselves must have needed a merry tale
for they have gathered unto themselves the greatest of storytellers.”
He would say nothing more.
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