This litter of sorrow, this can, this cromlech, this dread dokhma, this ghat, this mastaba, this sorrowing dope, this unhappy cumulus...

18 seconds sound clip from the The Comedy of Terrors movie soundboard.

You can hear this line at 00:53:05 in the Blu-ray version of the movie.

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- My friends, we have gathered ourselves together within these bug-wreathed walls to pay homage to the departed soul of, er...what's-his-name...

- Whom the pious and unyielding fates have chosen to pluck from the very prime of his existence and place in the bleak sarcophagus of all eternity.

(Woman weeps)

- Hmm, that's pretty good.

- Very good, huh?

- And so, my friends, we find ourselves gathered round the bier of Mrs... Mr You-Know-Who.

- This litter of sorrow, this can, this cromlech, this dread dokhma, this ghat, this mastaba, this sorrowing dope, this unhappy cumulus...

- This...this...what is the word? This... coffin. Never could think of that word.

- Requiescat in pace, Mister, er... Mister...

- The memory of your good deeds will not perish with your untimely sepulture.

- In the hearts of those who love you, you will live on.

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