When we got the sad news, Camilla wrote this blog post:
Now we’ll have a bloody good cry.
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you’ll going to die
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?
Let’s not have a sniffle, let’s have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you’ll going to die
Look at the flowers, all bloody withered
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?
Let’s not have a sniffle, let’s have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you’ll going to die
Look at the preacher, a bloody-nice fellow
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?
Let’s not have a sniffle, let’s have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you’ll going to die
Look at the widow, lovely young female
Isn’t it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?
Let’s not have a sniffle, let’s have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live
The sooner you’ll going to die