Alas, poor Virgin - I knew it well
Methinks this is a tragedy of Shakespearian proportions viz., Hamlet Act 5, scene 1: the gravedigger scene.
(modern translation):
"Let me see. (he takes the skull) Oh, poor Yorick! I used to know him, Horatio—a very funny guy, and with an excellent imagination. He carried me on his back a thousand times, and now—how terrible—this is him. It makes my stomach turn. I don’t know how many times I kissed the lips that used to be right here. Where are your jokes now? Your pranks? Your songs?
Your flashes of wit that used to set the whole table laughing? You don’t make anybody smile now. Are you sad about that? You need to go to my lady’s room and tell her that no matter how much makeup she slathers on, she’ll end up just like you some day. That’ll make her laugh. Horatio, tell me something."
Perhaps it is time to bury the corpse (or prepare for it to become morte).