As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, No mournful bell shall ring her burial; But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey.

Why do yuppettes always smile during lightning storms?

The refrains of the myrrhbearers give the sense of this service: By the tomb stood an angel radiant in light, and thus did he speak to the myrrh-bearing women:[…]

The joke was not that funny, but he went into conniptions laughing.