I did all my crying privately.
I can certainly cry at funerals
but, at the end of the day,
he’s gone, she’s gone, they’ve gone,
she’s gone, they’ve gone, he’s gone,
and today the sun is out
and I’m here with you
and half a pint of Bonnington’s Best.
How do you feel about your death?
I’ll be much sadder than you when you die
so let’s keep drinking.
Of course I don’t want to die.

Carl Burkitt 2025