Nobody important has died thus far; this list is empty.
There once was an old man, whose life was a ring:
Repeating his life day after day,
He couldn’t die, try as he may.
“I’m so tired of being here, I wish I’d be gone,
I am sick of being cold, hungry and alone”
He said as he sat on his butt in the snow.
But one frosty evening he met a crow,
Sitting and smiling on a nearby tree.
“I know a secret that will make you free”,
It croaked with a voice more ancient than sound.
“You see, my good friend who sits on the ground,
I invented a rhyme for cases like yours,
Of men that can’t find Death’s peaceful shores.
Repeat after me, not too slow nor quick”.
The god of fate laid out its trick.
And deceived the poor man began to sing:
“There once was an old man, whose life was a ring…”
- Popular Norsca nursery rhyme