You bring the casket and I'll bring the corpse. Wear black and arrive drunk on love. We'll drive a Hearse to the graveyard and howl at a full moon until the 6 foot hole demands its sacrifice. We put her in easy and sprinkle dirt with a prayer and send her away. We finally buried the past.
Ghosts can linger too long and keep you from moving on into a new life. Bury the past.