When
I die
Please
don’t
mummify
me.
No
need for a
granite
headstone
and
floral bouquets.
Such
folderol would
be
a frivolous waste
of
time and money.
Should
I pass in the
proximity
of the sea,
a
linen shroud would
suffice.
Dump my
remains
overboard
and
let the fish
finish
off what is
left
of me. A pyre
of
blazing fire
would
be a sanitary
way
to go, or a
dumping
of my
remains
on the
high
plains to
feed
the maggots,
buzzards
and crows.
Then,
there is always
that
aged and double
bonded Irish whiskey
you’ve
been saving
for
a special
occasion
such
as
this. It’s okay
by
me if you pass
it
through your
kidneys
first.
Then
pickle me
with
a steady stream
and
ample dowsing
of
pee. The alcohol
content
should
still
be at a
level
to do the
job
sufficiently.
Just
remember to
have
a designated
driver
on site
to
get you home
legally.
Chris
Hanch 4-12-19
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