There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.

Not the brightest bulb on stage, are ya?

Now, as that ol' Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either.

Once upon a time, people were talking to graves and nobody batted an eyelid, right?