"Just bury me already with 'dem bloody fingers, claw the dirt for this dead ringer! *'He did not wear his scarlet coat, for blood and wine are red, and blood and wine were on his hands when they found him with the dead, the poor dead woman whom he loved, and murdered in her bed.' Bury my reflection... Bury my reflection... Bury my reflection...” *Excerpt: “The Ballad of Reading Gaol,” Oscar Wilde, 1897: Public Domain