Silk scarf and a napkin
Hidden in a drawer.
200 bucks in an envelope
Labeled "Lenore".

"Maybe she shouldn't see this.
She should never know,"
Said the widow's best friend Anne.
"I'll just take it and go."

"I'll give her the money later.
Say it was in his shoe.
That way she'll never find out.
That'll do."

"Carmichael was a credit to the force
In everything that he did.
It's like we've got a big hole in our side
Where he fit."

"If any of you officers
Would like to say a word,
Now would be the time
To be heard."

"Well thank you Gene. I sure would.
Carmichael was a partner of mine.
He was always very careful.
And he played it straight down the line."

One by one the officers spoke
And the service drew to a close.
He had no living relatives, but his wife.
And she never showed.

She just couldn't face the men.
And they all understood.
They got in their cars and drove home
As directly as they could.

"Carmichael you asshole,"
The new widow sobbed beneath her veil.
"Shot down in the line of duty.
Is this how justice never fails?"

"I wish that things were better
When we said goodbye today.
But we had our share of good times, though
Along the way."

"Remember 'Hey Mr. Las Vegas,
You used to be so cool.'
We met Wayne Newton down at Pebble Beach,
And you acted like a fool."

"Well we just couldn't stop laughing.
Seemed so funny to us.
We left our luggage back in the room
And almost missed the bus."

"That was a great vacation.
Maybe the best of all.
God dammit Carmichael you're dead now,
And I'm talking to the wall."

The force got back to normal.
Carmichael was replaced.
For one year nobody parked a car
In Carmichael's space.