` Do you think so ? ' said the carpenter ; ' I can well believe it , for I am indeed very poorly . ' In a little while she said again , ` Ah , now I must part with you . Here comes Death . Now I must close your eyes . ' And she did so . The carpenter believed everything that his wife said , and so he believed now that he was dead , and lay still and let her do as she pleased . She got her neighbours summoned , and they helped to lay him in the coffin -- it was one of those he himself had made ; but his wife had bored holes in it to let him get some air . She made a soft bed under him , and put a coverlet over him , and she folded his hands over his breast ; but instead of a flower or a psalm-book , she gave him a pint-bottle of brandy in his hands . After he had lain for a little he took a little pull at this , and then another and another , and he thought this did him good , and soon he was sleeping sweetly , and dreaming that he was in heaven . Meanwhile word had gone round the village that the carpenter was dead , and was to be buried next day . It was now the turn of the smith 's wife . Her husband was lying sleeping off the effects of a drinking bout , so she pulled off all his clothes and made him black as coal from head to foot , and then let him sleep till far on in the day . The funeral party had already met at the carpenter 's , and marched oft towards the church with the coffin , when the smith 's wife came rushing in to her husband . ` Gracious , man , ' said she , ` you are lying there yet ? You are sleeping too long . You know you are going to the funeral . ' The smith was quite confused ; he knew nothing about any funeral . ` It 's our neighbour the carpenter , ' said his wife , ` who is to be buried to-day . They are already half-way to church with him . '
` All right , ' said the smith , ` make haste XXXXX help me on with my black clothes . '
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