ACT I, SCENE II
Early morning. A graveyard setting. Pink sky backdrop, with leafless birches and black skeletons of trees creating a sombre atmosphere, darkly contrasting with the newborn sky. A small group of people clustered around two separate coffins. A few tombstones set askew on the white, newly-fallen snow. This is not Australia.
Mono: [speaks heavily, bandaged arm weighing him down] This got rather out of hand.
Scher: Rather.
Taliesin: [mournfully] Very much out of hand. Out of your hand. And Fool's hand.
All sigh simultaneously. Enter BISHOP, plump, red-cheeked man with a balding head and flaky white hair. Holds a thick book. Doesn't look like a chess piece.
Bishop: [almost cheerfully] Well? Are we ready?
All: [dolefully] Yes.
Bishop: We are gathered here, in the sight of this congregation...
Molko: Isn't that the wedding thing?
Adelheid: The wedding thing of the eighteenth century, you mean.
Molko: Exactly what I meant.
Bishop: Well I start everything the same. [clears throat] We are gathered here, in the sight of this congregation...to bury this man [motions to the left coffin] and this woman [motions to the right coffin].
Amuse: Hey wait, wasn't Miss Darcy meant to have been struck by a lightning bolt?
Taliesin2: Yeah, but then it turned out that was just a scarecrow. The real Miss Darcy died of consumption, pneumonia, and hyper-allergic sneezing.
Taliesin3: [gravely] This has turned into that thread where one predicts the death of the person above themselves.
Taliesin4: Where did that get to, anyway...
Bishop:...they were good Christians, and we will all meet them in the other place in good time...
Scher: [whispers] He certainly can't remember the funeral service.
Mono: [in a low voice] No more than the organist can remember the funeral march. Whoever it is is playing "Here Comes the Bride" instead.
The aforementioned music booms from the nearby church's walls.
Bishop:...to conclude, they shall be much missed, and we shall send them off with a throbbing heart and a tearful eye.
Taliesin: [whispers] He waxes poetic.
Taliesin3: He looks much moved. We wish we were also so moved by our own services.
Taliesin4: But we don't write services.
Talisin5: Or deliver them.
Taliesin3: That's a point.
Taliesin: There's a first time for everything...
Mono: [looks anxiously at bishop] Be quiet.
Taliesin3: [sad smile] We will be.
A long silence ensues. The gravediggers begin digging. The monotonous throb of the shovels is all that is to be heard.
Amuse: [thoughtfully] But this is a paradox. How can Miss Darcy -
Others: Shh!
Amuse: [lowers voice] How can Miss Darcy not appear in this post without being alive? Considering she is the one, in the end, writing it.
Mono: We'll just have to see.
Taliesin3: [molto dolente] They will be missed.
Taliesin4: [in a whisper] Break a leg, guys.
Taliesin5: You can do it!
Taliesin': Hold on!
Taliesin2: Taliesin's to the rescue!
Scher: I hope you are all aware that one cannot hold one's breath for long without fainting.
Mono: But you cannot kill yourself by holding your breath.
Scher: Though I suppose you could if there were no air.
Mono: Then you wouldn't be holding your breath in the first place.
Scher: I guess not. [looks at sky] Very nice weather, isn't it.
Mono: [grimly] Very.
Shovelling ceases. Gravediggers take Darcy's coffin and heave it into the right hole.
Taliesin': This is going to be a very sad play.
Taliesin2: It's called tragedy.
Bishop: [raises voice after muttering something] Scatter your flowers, everybody, scatter your flowers!
Mono: [tearing a handful of petals off a black - yes, a black - rose and distributing them] You'd think it was a wedding or something.
Jay: Mono, what strange ideas you have. [throws some daisy petals on coffin]
The coffin is soon covered with a medley of petals.
Bishop: [Chants] The blackness of the night encloses us as the rain falls heavily down...
All: Amen.
Bishop: [Chants] Here lie two good Christians who converted 'fore their deaths...
All: Amen.
Bishop: [Gets out of it] Let the dirt be thrown!
Taliesin': [quietly] Have you noticed the holes in both coffins?
Taliesin2: They must have a bad case of mice.
All: Am-
A sudden noise. All turn towards coffin. It sneezed.