It was a very big 'ole we had to dig for him, our dear departed one. Mon Dieu it was a terrible zing. We 'ad to drink much wine to restore ourselves. The Abbess waits expectantly. All eyes are drawn to her rosary.
Someone ventures a question.
The Abbess smiles. It is a wondrous zing, my rosary, a gift from my Blue Nuns of St Agnes the Easily Confused. It is verree good to 'ave such a ting. When I cannot sleep and I feel de need to pray, it is most easy to use my 'Oly Relic, because I can use it wit'ou' disturbing zee other Nuns by turning on zee light, Since you 'ave no pachyderm, I must continue on my search. Back on the stage, an actor topples over, hitting the stage floor with a loud .