A venom’d viper bit her as she pass’d;
Instant she fell, and sudden breath’d her last.

He, tuning to his voice his strings,
Thus to the king and queen of shadows sings.
— Ovid, Metamorphoses
Orpheus' Song to the Gods (from The Orpheus Cycle)
Greg Bolin
                                                        

If the stories are true (and it's too soon to tell)

We're all just singing Eurydice out of hell...