Its a day for dying it seems so enjoy old Knudsen's dark mood as he and his black dog honour and dishonour the dead, here is a folk song by Anonymous, usually they are writing stupid insults and comments before scuttling off but I like this.
At the boarding house where I live
Things are getting very old.
Long grey hairs are in the butter
And the cheese is green with mold.
When the dog died we had sausage.
When the cat died, catnip tea.
When the landlord died I left it;
Spareribs are too much for me.
