Chapter 4: Dead Duke
The graveyard was cold; it smelled of death, rotting corpses and of terror.
The graves were mostly together. Except for one, lonely grave, under a burnt tree, in terrible condition and cracked from where passers by had kicked it. Claw marks and animal litter surrounded the stone for this was the grave of a hated man. The man in life was a rich man, a lonely man, an angry man and a selfish one.
The man had lived a privileged life, with servants at his beckoned call and a title given to him only by birth. He wears chains now; his soul is condemned to hell, a cold place, a sad place and an unforgiving place. For one so selfish, so greedy and so wealthy you would think the person was respected enough to have a descent grave. But the grave represents the true being underneath. I am sure the villagers of Montmatre would gladly join me in saying:
"When a cold wind blows it chills you
Chills you to the bone
But there's nothing in nature that
freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with rouge
And the worst of the worst
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Duke (yeah)
Unkind as any
And the wrath of many
This is that Albert Duke
Oh, there goes Mr. Angry
There goes Mr. Grim
If they gave a prize for bein' mean
the winner would be him
Oh, Dukey loves his money
'Cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor you can bet he would be sour."
Author's Note: The song is from 'The Muppet Christmas Carol' it is called 'Ebenezer Scrooge'. I thought the song was appropriate to the Duke as I always felt he was a bit of a Scrooge.
The graveyard was cold; it smelled of death, rotting corpses and of terror.
The graves were mostly together. Except for one, lonely grave, under a burnt tree, in terrible condition and cracked from where passers by had kicked it. Claw marks and animal litter surrounded the stone for this was the grave of a hated man. The man in life was a rich man, a lonely man, an angry man and a selfish one.
The man had lived a privileged life, with servants at his beckoned call and a title given to him only by birth. He wears chains now; his soul is condemned to hell, a cold place, a sad place and an unforgiving place. For one so selfish, so greedy and so wealthy you would think the person was respected enough to have a descent grave. But the grave represents the true being underneath. I am sure the villagers of Montmatre would gladly join me in saying:
"When a cold wind blows it chills you
Chills you to the bone
But there's nothing in nature that
freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with rouge
And the worst of the worst
The most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Duke (yeah)
Unkind as any
And the wrath of many
This is that Albert Duke
Oh, there goes Mr. Angry
There goes Mr. Grim
If they gave a prize for bein' mean
the winner would be him
Oh, Dukey loves his money
'Cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor you can bet he would be sour."
Author's Note: The song is from 'The Muppet Christmas Carol' it is called 'Ebenezer Scrooge'. I thought the song was appropriate to the Duke as I always felt he was a bit of a Scrooge.