“Eh-he-oh, he-oh!” (Bass) “EH-HE-OH, HE-OH!” (Soprano) “eh-he-oh...” (A very breathy, dramatic whisper)

Except, I didn't just sing the words. I became the melody. I did the part, but since it was just my voice, I layered it. I was the lead, the backup, and the synthesizer all at once.

I held the note for three minutes. The ash encased me in a permanent, singing pose—a masterpiece of vocal commitment. Thousands of years later, archaeologists found me. They didn't find a person; they found a legend frozen in a mid-belt "Eh-he-oh."