Although he’s
already died elsewhere two or three times he imagines his death once again.
This bucks him up. You know he used to live in a filthy hovel, a pigsty, no
toilet, did his business all over the place, it was a week since they’d seen
him in the street and they could hardly open his door, they found him on the
floor nose down in his own dung, already stiff and stark naked, stark naked d’you hear me…
Variant
Oh you know they said such dreadful things about his
end, everyone in the district hated him, but there isn’t a word of truth in
all their tales, right up to the very last minute he was setting an example
by his nobility of spirit, he was found dead in the cottage of a woodsman
employed on his estate, he’d gone in person to pay him his week’s wages
knowing that the old man wasn’t well and then wallop he keels over on to the
invalid, sudden death…
Variant
Oh you know a very ordinary death if you can
call it that but they aren’t the least sad, everyone in these parts adored
him, they found him asleep for good in his armchair he was even still
holding the Fantoniard our local paper,...
