"And may her husband get everything he deserves." and that would be the Lake of Fire.
Where do bad folks go when they die.
They don't go to Heaven where the Angels fly.
Go to a Lake of Fire and fry.
See em' again til' the 4th of July.
I knew a lady who came from Duluth,
Bit by a dog with a rabid tooth,
She went to her grave just a little too soon,
Flew and laid down on the yellow moon.