(plays the piano in a skeleton theme style singing) Well ain't that strange, just like without a home on the range. You just want a family to be in, but the only end up an orphan. No one loves you, certainly not the guardians. Eventually you'll end up partying, and become a souless victim of circumstance like me. Over the hills and in the shrubbery. That's what you'll be, dead
I just wrote that song, do you like it?