The funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.

And weren’t the guests gossiping!
“Did you see that slivered boar sandwich?
So clearly the same boar we ate at her husband’s funeral.
Can you imagine?
Are those the same shoes?
The ones with which she followed her husband’s corpse?
Did she just dye those things to match her wedding dress?
How gauche! How uncouth!”

”I don’t know – – – why waste a good boar?
He’s already been roasted and everything
Throw it on there with the rice
Who doesn’t love sliced wild boar?
I could eat it for days.”

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