Preacher:
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to pay our last respects to a young man plucked from us in the flower of youth. He leaves behind a whole lot of grieving folk. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, dust Thou art, to dust Thou shalt return.
Sheriff:
This better be the last one, we're running out of shovels.
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