Sympathy letter.

O joyful, o delighted, o afortunate one...weep no more this departed son. Read this words and sound thy voice. Revel and sing, rejoice. Rejoice. Life's for the living, not the dead. Forget tomorrow. Live now instead. This night you breath while they cannot. So dance ye soul on their resting spot..O fool, o lout, o unfortunate one. The dead now mocked, their time has come. Heed these words for souls to roam...and though be dead follow you home. Its rage will swell as night go bright.Despair and fear this fatal plight. From moon to moon you have this guest, to seal thy fate and lay you at rest.