“One little sigh for thee, my poor, dead friend–
One little sigh while my companions sing.
Thou art so soon forgotten in the end;
We cry e’en as thy footsteps downward tend:
“The king is dead! long live the king!”” -Paul Laurence Dunbar

You open the door to the King’s bedchamber. The King lays peacefully, no breath comes out of his mouth. The sad ceremony begins.

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