and on the jukebox the familiar chorus was being repeated ad nauseum : i hope you die before i get old , i 'll be outta here before your body 's cold , pack my bags before the house is sold , i hope you die before i get old madge stared at sean in the same ambiguous way shed done earlier that day , while deb was polishing glasses pointlessly and singing tunelessly as if shed done neither every evening for years .