"Crow Sister, I swear I didn't kill your mother. My deliberately intemperate song changed policy which would have helped protect her, and will protect everyone at the next fair."

Well I'm certain her ghost beyond the grave would for sure thank you for your efforts, if she but could.

Actually.. on consideration, no she wouldn't at all. She'd tell you plainly to "Feck the feck off!"
But then she was Irish like that.. ;-)

Anyway, I don't smoke myself - but please folks, feel free to light up and cough about me. Because thankfully it's still a free country (just about here in England so far) so you boys and gals who fancy a short terminal disease-ridden existence, please go and suck on that cancer stick with unfettered joyful abandon!*

Crow Sister is off to have fun now, x


* Note formal irony :)