The Macabre Megapack. Lafcadio Hearn

      ‘Where shall we go first?’ I asked.

      ‘Nowhere till your body is buried!’ answered he, rather indignantly.

      ‘Just as you please,’ said I, while the ghost of a blush struggled upward into my forehead.

      The coffin was now lowered into the grave, and the sexton stood with his shovel in hand, while the minister blessed my remains. ‘Old friend!’ said I, looking into the grave, ‘farewell! A pleasant sleep to you! But mind and be ready should I want you again. Farewell!’

      At this Hans and I departed.