Never Father Cried, They All!

Scrooge saw a man lying dead, the ghost of christmas yet to come conveyed him as before, though at a different time. He joined it once again, and wondering why and whither he had gone, accompanied it until they reached an iron gate. Then the wretched man whose name he had now to learn, lay underneath the ground. Death, not life, choked up with too much burying, fat with repleted appetite,. a worthy place. The spirit stood among the graves and pointed down to one. Scrooge dreaded that he saw new meaning in its solemn shape.