...dem bones, dem bones, dem lovely bones...

I find solace in the cemetery. There's no Frisbee golf and dogs running amok, no chatty Kathies or cyclists in tights. Only weedeaters and bobcats roam the grounds.
There is peace among the dead, the grateful dead.

So where to now St. Peter?

...papers, papers please, papers... rio de daginnero, papers... frenkfert... papers please, blin... papers please...