The tunnel sharp descends to light-
Charon's gloomy calm abates
Bring the boat, boys! There's work tonight!
A load or two from a firefight!
War-slain, ho! Your ship awaits!
Just a copper, if you please-
For passage 'cross these dire straits
To bear you to the final gates
Charon's laughter turns to pleas-
It's not so bad in Hell, you know;
I'd gladly trade and take my ease
And leave others to ply the seas.
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Be not so submissive to Charon. Ask, is it so bad to wander for 100 years before you meet your final end?
But if you will, be buried with a coin between your teeth.
This is so poignant and raw, it screams - it tore my heart out. My thoughts are ever with you, if that is worth anything in the wastelands. I know it is cliché and you probably hear it more often than it is worth, but I truly wish I could offer you more.
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