So what are you going to do now that you've killed me?

"Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke, without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead.

Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who, because of me, sleep evaded."

Her shroud is loneliness, her god was listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.

Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.