Too bad Shame won't be here to see them. If only he hadn't slipped on the edge of that cesspool! But we do have his Last Words of "Mmm! Mmm! Good!" to inspire and guide us.

We shall meet, but we won't miss him
There will be one vacant share
We wouldn't think we should caress him
And Old Shame will not be there.

When a year ago we gathered
Beer was in in his blood-shot eyes
He'd been sick all o'er his shirt front
And he'd still not zipped his fly.