Please forgive me. On Ash Wednesday I wind up exhausted, and random song lyrics run through my mind at inappropriate times.
All my beloved people bravely walking out into the world after Mass, with the diadem of mortality emblazoned on the brow. All I can think of is the refrain from E. Costello’s “I’ll Wear it Proudly,” from King of America:
If they had a ‘King of Fools,’ then I could wear that crown
And you can all die laughing because I’ll wear it proudly