I don’t think that’s a question a gentleman ’d ask.
STRANGER
Kites of hell! You’ll have to be cut open.
MRS PERKINS
Nay, I won’t.
STRANGER
(To himself.) Cremation? Would it melt the diamond?
MRS PERKINS
I won’t be cremated. There! Y’ ’ve to get the deceased’s consent. I’m goin’ to be buried when my time comes.
STRANGER