Below this sacred stone
Lies my beloved Grant
He bet he could get out of anything
I bet that he can’t

This crypt be the eternal resting place
For all six of the Freys’
Who like so many others were taken
During the momo craze

A loving tribute
To the life of cousin Ella
Who swiped right on Tinder
On the wrong type of fella

A life and soul of the party
Our great uncle Daryl
When trying to get the dregs
Fell and drowned in the barrel

In loving memoriam
Of our dear little Claire
Went to nature to find herself
And instead found a bear

Beneath this stone
Are the remains of Bette
We did call the ambulance
But it’s not here yet

Here lies the body
Of poor little Andy
Ate some rat poison
Thought it was candy

Just let me grow sick and tierd of it.
I’m good what have you.
R.M.D.S.

Everything’s everything??
Sup peep..
R.M.D.S.

It’s almost like.. the ones who live forever.. let the ones who die., die.. to make the world a perfect place again.., for the chance to raise the dead..
R.M.D.S.