Battling with the Elements: The Death of Sin and death

When a man from Normandy tells you there are two weathers there;
‘De la pluie et pluvieux’ Rain and heavy rain;
You know it requires a firm stand to reverse the blocking out of the Sun
So yesterday we declared that the Rising of the Son would be visible this morning to all to show He had indeed risen.
My beloved suddenly heard at breakfast, the song from Oliver that I sing occasionally.

That’s your funeral
(The funeral of Sin and death) ode to the elevation of death no longer.

[MR. BUMBLE (spoken)]
Liberal terms, Mr. Sowerberry…Liberal terms? Three pounds!

[SOWERBERRY (spoken)]
Well, as a matter of fact, I was needing a boy….

[MR. SOWERBERRY]
He’s a born undertaker’s mute.
I can see him in his black silk suit.
Following behind the funeral procession…
With his features fixed in a suitable expression.
There’ll be horses with tall black plumes
To escort us to the family tombs,
With mourners
In all corners
Who’ve been taught to weep in tune.

Then the coffin lined with satin.
That’s your funeral.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[SOWERBERRY]
Large enough to wear your hat in.
That’s your funeral.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[SOWERBERRY]
We’re just here to glamourize you for that
Endless sleep.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY]
You might just as well look fetching
When you’re six feet deep.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
At the wake we’ll drink a toddy
To the body beautiful.

[MR. SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Not our funeral.

[BOTH]
That’s your funeral.

[SOWERBERRY]
If you’re fond of overeating
That’s your funeral.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[SOWERBERRY]
Starve yourself by undereating
That’s your funeral.

[THE FUNERAL PROCESSION]
That’s your funeral?

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Visualize the earth descenting on you clod by clod.
You can’t come back when you’re buried
Underneath the …sod.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY]
We will not reduce our prices.
Keep your vices usual.

[SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[MRS. SOWERBERY]
Not our funeral.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
Not our funeral.

[ALL]
That’s your funeral.

[MR. BUMBLE]
I don’t think this song is funny.

[SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[MR. BUMBLE]
Here’s the boy, now where’s the money?

[SOWERBERRY]
That’s your funeral.

[MR. BUMBLE]
That’s your funeral.

[SOWERBERRY]
We don’t harbour thoughts macabre,
There’s no need to frown.

[MRS. SOWERBERRY AND SOWERBERRY]
In the end we’ll either burn you up or nail you down.
We love coughs and wheezes
And diseases called incurable.
That’s your funeral.
No one else’s funeral.

[SOWERBERRY]
That’s your…

[MRS. SOWEBERRY]
That’s your…

[BOTH]
Funeral!

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