In Memory of Barry Humphries / Dame Edna

"This is sufficiently opulent," she said, taking stock. "Well done, possums." He smiled and gestured her to come forward. "I want to exclaim, "HEAVENS, LOOK AT ALL OF THIS SPLENDOR!", but one must always rein in one's redundancy," she continued (and he laughed). "We've spruced up for you," he said sweetly. "All of the feathers in the boas are real; it's a grand turning out." "You needn't have plucked ducks for me, dear; I'm a simple creature with humble needs," she responded, picking at her lavender bouffant and straightening her bejeweled spectacles. Beyond the gates, they snickered. "Be that as it may, the world owes you much for laughter in dark times and courage where it counted. You are welcome here as both of you, loved and appreciated beyond measure." When Peter opened the gates, the angels just beyond (in sparkles and feathers) bowed ever-so-slightly. "If you're going to cinch my feelings tight, the very least you can do is provide some golden tissues!" she hesitated, and one appeared in her right hand. "Well, now, you're just showing off," she said (in a wobbly, emotional voice) and teetered in wearing her very best heels.