The Banshees of Inisherin

I do feel sometimes I'm just entertaining myself while staving off the inevitable. Don't you?

No.

Sure you do.

You, Colm, you know what you used to be?

No Pádraic what did I used to be?

Nice! You used to be nice! And now, do you know what you are? Not nice. 

I suppose niceness doesn't last then does it Pádraic. But I'll tell you something that does last. 

What? And don't say something stupid lIke music.

Music lasts.

I knew it!

And paintings last. And poetry lasts. 

So does niceness.

Do you know who they'll remember for how nice he was in the seventeenth century? 

Who?