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A Long Line of Dead Men

Matthew Scudder, #12

This is for Jerrold Mundis.
It's also for Phil Brothman, Jerry Carp, Jerry Carrel, Joel Daniels, Eddie Fischman, Paul Gandel, Steve Greenberg, Mel Hurwitz, Symmie Jacobson, Artie Judelsohn, Don Kohnstamm, Bruce Kramer, Dave Krantz, Lew Lansky, Dick Lederman, Dave Leff, and Dave Stiller, and in memory of Rett Goldberg and Mike Woldman.
I that in heill wes and gladnes, Am trublit now with gret seiknes, And feblit with infermitie; Timormortis conturbat me. Our plesance here is all vain glory, This fals world is but transitory, The flesche is brukle, the Feynd is slee; Timormortis conturbat me. The stait of man does change and vary, Now sound, now seik, now blith, now sary, Now dansand mery, now like to dee; Timormortis conturbat me. No stait in Erd here standis sicker; As with the wynd wavis the wicker, Wavis this warldis vanitie; Timormortis conturbat me. On to the dead gois all Estatis, Princis, prelotis, and Potestatis, Baith rich and pur of all degree; Timormortis conturbat me. He sparis no lord for his piscence, Na clerk for his intelligence; His awfull straik may no man flee; Timormortis conturbat me. Sen he hes all my brether tane, He will nocht lat me lif alane, On force I mun his next prey be; Timormortis conturbat me. – WILLIAM DUNBAR
Lament for the Makers Look at the mourners; Bloody great hypocrites! Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody well dead? Let's not have a sniffle Let's have a bloody good cry! And always remember the longer you live The sooner you'll bloody well die! – An Irish lullaby