Bury Me Not...

Some prefer a “proper burial”—you know,

flowers, casket, weeping mothers and daughters,

biblical chapter and verse, pallbearers, and all

the rest. Others figure, in the end cremation,

without all the fuss and expense gets the job

done. As for me, personally, I elect the latter.

With far greater convenience, my ashes should

fit appropriately into a cardboard box. Anyone

who so chooses could easily hold my remains

in their hands. And considering the life I have

lead, the ash of my new existence shall weigh

relatively nothing. Oh, and no Amazing Grace,

please. A lively, Freddy Mercury, rendition of

Don’t Stop Me Now would be fine…

I'm burnin'

through the sky yeah 
Two hundred degrees 
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit 
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light… 

Chris Hanch 3-28-18