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Elizabeth - Standing Room Only
A church that's fit for hundreds,
Is filled with grieving hearts.
There is only standing room left,
As the ceremony starts.
A funeral - A casket,
A row of somber souls -
Waiting to send her over,
To pay someone's debts and tolls.
Inside the coffin she looks gorgeous,
Her hair is up in curls.
Her makeup is just perfect,
And she's wearing Grandma's pearls.
She's touched so many people,
And her family loved her best.
- A teacher, and God's servant,
Is slowly laid to rest.
A cello weeps out melody,
A slow, steady lament.
A violin cries out tears of pain,
As she makes her tragic decent.
Each mortal sobs her story,
As passages are read.
And like a ton of bricks - It hit me:
My cousin, Buffy, is dead.
