No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.
❝Bad enough when the dead come walking, now the Old Bear wants them talking as well? No good will come of that, I’ll warrant. And who’s to say the bones wouldn’t lie? Why should death make a man truthful, or even clever? The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints-the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms than I do…❞
- Dolorous Edd (via wisewordsofdolorousedd)