He was laying in the back of a traveling hearse
with the unfortunate position of a family curse.
His dear mother was carried in one of her own
and father too, didn't want to be alone.
Two sisters and a brother followed their lead.
Madness and its lineage guaranteed.
There were no survivors to contest the will
because the entire clan swallowed a bitter pill!

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