I'm speaking, of course, of Todd. Sweeney Todd. Which is why I find myself spontaneously singing little bits of "A Little Priest" and "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd" instead of Christmas carols.
the trouble with poet is
'Ow do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest!
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
I've heard they took the razor a bit to the score, and I think the "Ballad of Sweeney Todd" is one of the victims. I guess I'll find out soon enough.
It's opening on Friday.