Various lines of this poem by WH Auden keep circling my head.
I know it's inappropriate in a few ways, but it's beautiful,
it has cool rhythms, and change or two can make it for Charlie.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the guitars to hear the silent drum.
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners
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