Don't cry. Well, if you must. A bit, then. There, there. It's ok, now. Oh, no. Yes, I know. No, I can't cry with you. Even though I'm feeling like it now.
A ghost came once to visit me, I offered him a drink, Proposed him a toast To health of all the ghosts. He drunk with me, Was pleased with the toast, And floated away, I suddenly felt lost.