He enters her crypt
Here he came to have wept
But as he laid eyes on her
His heart then started to soar
No more did he think her dead
He saw in his mind her in a wedding dress instead
So he pulled her out of her crypt
And began to dance
Round and round her tomb
Dancing to the waltz in another room
Her head lolling to and fro
Her limp arms flailing like that of a rag doll
Still, round and round he went
Crying to the heavens
"This is it! No more can I fear of someone taking you away from me my dear!"
All this while he danced with her corpse while the waltz continued it's course
A madman he became
After the grim reaper came
And to rest she was laid...