The funeral left me with an emptyish feeling.

Godlike erect, with native honour clad.

Couldn’t you point at that shed a little sooner, Alex⁉ Oh! Excellent! Right on shedule for your latest mission. Get it? E-heh, “shedule”? Yes, unfortunately we get it, Jerry.

Enrique plunked his money down on the counter with a sigh and bellied up to the bar.