There lay a corpse at the foot of the flat

Close kins in white, relatives in black

Tables and chairs were as white as snow

which were arranged neatly at the void deck

a grieving family struggling with their broken hearts

young kids lost their grandfather

a spell befall the family again

if the adults serve in agony

no day was a rest day

as rituals were conducted

bang clang clattery ding

a peaceful neighbourhood instantly turned into a racket

that day the corpse turned into ashes

no one dared to be absent

for he was greatly respected

and so that he could live in peace.