And the last thing I'd recall

Her body standing on the stove

Sandy wiping her grey eyes

I was pleased and frightened

To see a grownup woman cry

She blamed her housemaid for her mind

But I think that they all knew it had to happen some time



I had rushed home from school

To see my favorite show

And as it happened, it was deadly cold that day

And as I peeled my mittens frozen to my wrists with snow

I swore I heard a voice come from the living room

And say:

"Oh...God

Oh...God

Oh...well..."



And when I peered into that room

My little afternoon took sick

Sandy hanging from the light

Her Levis wrapped around her neck



It was a sight to see

Old Sandy finally seeing me

And though she couldn't speak

I had a sinking feeling that she would have said:

"Oh, darling....more mascara"



She looked so peaceful in the air

The lightbulb shining in her hair

Her face was free

It frightened me

She looked happy

I guess she found the difference



And I thought about the joke

Where the man keeps up his rotting wife

She had maggots in her mouth

I wonder if what she thought right now



And then the car drove up

And then the car drove up

And I remember sleeping

And I remember sleeping...



And they wrapped her up and drove away

And now I have this crazy fantasy...



What if Sandy died in front of me?