Well, here I
I never expected it to happen this soon,
but I passed away last weekend.
I told them I didn't like horses,
too much power for an animal that gets spooked so
But I blame it on the rattlesnake,
I hate them too,
so did the horse.
snake spooked the horse and it threw me.
The doctor says I died when I struck my head on a
busted my head wide open, he says.
Well, maybe I did,
how would I know,
really gets my goat,
is lying in this box at what is supposed to be my
the celebration of my life,
with people remembering the 'fine fellow' I
these people anyway?!
Someone must have gotten the eulogy mixed up with the
funeral next door.
I hear someone talking,
but I don't recognize his voice.
Who on earth is he talking about?
Is that supposed to be me?
"giving and kind",
"always caring for his fellow man".
He doesn't know me very well, does he?
Get someone up here who knows the real me.
Tell them what I was really like,
"lazy slob with no sex appeal",
Let them have their day.
If they think better of me when I'm dead then when I
who's it going to hurt?
Just so long as you know it ain't so,
I guess that's all that counts.
you happen to be driving by the cemetery,
why not drop in for a visit,
and bring flowers.
I like orchids.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul