:55:01
- I could what?
- You could hang yourself.
:55:05
Yes, sir.
:55:06
Easy as rolling off a log.
:55:08
Why, in five minutes or less,
with good luck...
:55:12
- ... you could be dead as a doornail.
- What do you mean by that?
:55:15
And then folks would come
to your funeral...
:55:18
... and theyd sing sad songs.
Why, they would.
:55:22
You never know how many people
like you till youre dead.
:55:27
Youd be laid out in a parlor,
all decked out in your best suit...
:55:31
... your hair combed down slick,
high, starched collar...
:55:34
... and lots of pretty flowers all around you.
:55:37
- Would there be flowers, you think?
- And palms, too, all around your coffin.
:55:43
Folks would gather round,
and men would bare their heads...
:55:47
... the women would sniffle softly,
some probably even faint...
:55:50
... the ones that took a shine to you
whilst you were alive.
:55:53
What women ever took a shine to me?
:55:55
Why, lots of women,
only they never come right out...
:55:59
... and tell you how they feel
unless you die first.
:56:02
I guess maybe youre right.
:56:05
Theyd sure sing loud, though,
when the singing would start...
:56:08
... sing like their hearts would break.
:56:12
Pore Jud is daid,
:56:14
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
:56:19
All gether round his cawfin now and cry.
:56:26
He had a heart of gold
:56:29
And he wasnt very old--
:56:33
Oh, why did sich a feller have to die?
:56:41
Pore Jud is daid,
:56:44
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
:56:48
Hes lookin, oh, so peaceful and serene--
:56:53
And serene!
:56:55
Hes all laid out to rest
:56:59
With his hands across his chest.