On his body we built this city
Boston labourer and husband, S. Quentin
We didn’t know he was in the pit
Before we’d poured 40 tons of cement in

He left this world in slumber
Our beloved father Phil
To never wake in dark again
… Or maybe he will

He slipped away from this world
In the fall of 2024 our Opie
The windows were spotless
But his ladder was soapy

A traveller throughout her life
A great adventurer was Miss Norita
Killed by one of those fish
That can swim up your urethra

R.I.P 2001 - circa 2021
Our unforgettable Mei
It took us 3 years to notice
She’d been replaced by A.I

Into the arms of god
We do bequeath the soul of Lou
We didn’t know him
But it seems the right thing to do

The world is less bright
Now we’ve lost Katrina
Since she deleted her insta
Nobody’s seen her

Spread your wings Angel
Our miracle, our Jane
She flushed whilst sat
And got sucked out the plane

Cherished memories
Of Aunt Ida
Poisoned by radiation
From the hadron collider

Reunited at last
Harriet and Holden
She died a young un
He died an old un