You stumbled around looking for that flowerbed, that sweet, comfy deathbed. And found it. The one that took you in when you were just a fleshy being crumbling with problems. That pit stop that pulled you out of body and flourished your bones to this here barrio of celebration. Savour some of that nectar in your flask and sing it your blithe calavera tales until Death blooms. It's the least you can do holmes.