I was helping a friend of mine clean out his dorm in preparation for his move back home, and we found a box of chocolates from his ex-girlfriend. He commented that they were extremely stale. Poignant, I thought.

This song was expanded to a suite for the sole purpose of using the "bittersuite" pun. Pretty pathetic. ;)

PS. my mispronunciation of the Shakespearean name "Gloucester" has already been brought to my attention and will be corrected in future recordings.