Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me; Still all my song shall be nearer, my God, to Thee, Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, Darkness be over me, my rest a stone; Yet in my dreams I'd be nearer, my God, to Thee!
Well, my internet decided to derp for 5 seconds and I've lost contact with the RMS Titanic. Good luck, gentlemen. It's only Hannes and Chillmaz struggling to salvage a couple of lifeboats now.