Location, Location

So when you go wherever it is you will go take the moon with you and make it wear that democratic white shroud, pocketless, since rich and poor, we take nothing with us, save a small stick or dowel in the casket, so we can all burrow through the earth to the Holy Land when the time is right. Please forgive that I confessed your amusement at Shakespeare’s “mewling and puking” in my eulogy.