Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffin... let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead, Scribbling on the sky the message: He is Dead. Put crepe b
“Things happen in this world. People don’t always have the answers for them, you know.” We are all ordinary people trying our best to accept and handle the mess in life, and to be less sad.