Death is funky as hell, like going to Wales for a shower,
Get arty as you're strolling, sprout yourself in the Sun,
When you fall down, lick the licky bit of a gun,
You levitate yourself, now behind the trail, plant a flower

Vége jó minden jó.

si monumentum requiris, circumspice

A mulher e a sardinha querem-se da mais pequenina

Ta bean in Eirinn a phronnfadh sead damh is mo shaith le n-ol