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But where are the funerals of yesteryear?
Little hearses, hearses, hearses, hearses
Of our grandfathers
Who followed the road bumping
The little dead, dead, dead, dead
Round and prosperous
When the heirs were happy
To the gravedigger, to the undertaker, to the priest, even to the horses
They were buying a drink.
Georges Brassens