North of the city lived old man Chung;
his larder was full of meat and wine.
Ah, the day his poor wife died
the funeral guests overflowed the hall.
But when old man Chung himself passed on,
not a single soul came to weep.
Those who ate his roasts and downed his wine
had hearts that were colder than you would have thought!
A more elegant exposition of my previous post.