And he entered the giant ballroom.

“What an immaculate Black Suit!”, they all said.

And, he danced and smiled and laughed with them.

Eventually, the hall was empty and he stood watching the dying music.

“Where to now, Sir”, the chauffeur asked.
“Back to the funeral”, he replied sprucing up his Black Suit of mourning.

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