There's deffo something a bit weird

[Sir C]

"So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, and hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died
It seems so unfair
I want to cry"

That's right. You've turned into Morrissey.

I prefer Beckett, I think.

"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams for an instant, then it's night once more."

"Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps."