No, Mr Bloom said. I have just come from a funeral.

Going to crop up all day, I foresee. Who’s dead, when and what did he die of? Turn up like a bad penny.

O, dear me, Mrs Breen said. I hope it wasn’t any near relation.

May as well get her sympathy.

Dignam, Mr Bloom said. An old friend of mine. He died quite suddenly, poor fellow. Heart trouble, I believe. Funeral was this morning.

Your funeral’s tomorrow

While you’re coming through the rye.

Diddlediddle dumdum

Diddlediddle...

Sad to lose the old friends, Mrs Breen’s womaneyes said melancholily.