If I were a poet, this
is what I’d write as a way to explain my exit....
This
was drafted after investigating the business of cremation. Apparently
part of the usual practice is for the funeral/cremation service to
include a dressy, temporary coffin. No reason to purchase such an
item only to then supply the heat. Typically, one merely 'rents' the
coffin, which, following any memorial service, is set aside for the
next 'guest'. With that in mind, this bit of doggerel was created.
(this is not a true statement ... there are laws in place limiting any coffin or casket to being used once and one time only. However that fact doesn't fit my idea of 'going out in a rented coffin.' So, understand, like so much of my scribbling, I'm just having fun here.)
(Key:
McGuffin ⃰
⃰ :
an event in a film that drives the plot (coined by Alfred Hitchcock)
Tiffin ⃰ :
(in India) a light meal
Now,
on with the show!
Going
out in a rented coffin...
Some
say death is just another part of living, a part of nature,
Others
are sure it’s a necessary step toward heaven.
I’ve
long thought it was likely to be the fires of Hell in my future.
And
now I’m headed into the fiery blaze in a rented coffin.
They
tried to sell me on the solid wood, silver handled box
All I
wanted was to make the trip without puffin.
Not
dressed in a suit and tie, shoes not needed, not even sox.
Just
lay me out, comb my beard, looking good in a rented coffin.
A
wonderful life does come to an end, no complaints, oh, my friends
The
years went by, not staying too tight to the McGuffin ⃰ ⃰ ,
I did
things happily, knowing it all, sooner or later, would come to an
end.
Keeping
it simple, no fuss and no stress, going out in a rented coffin.
The
bestest part, of all those years, that which made me oh, so proud,
Was,
my daughter, so grown up after the good years as an elfin.
The
family she brought, Peter and Becky so cute; Ryan at times, loud,
Now
all gathered round, to see me go out, there in my rented coffin.
T’was
a good life, no question about that, wouldn’t change a thing,
Lots
of good times, many a good meal, even when it was but a tiffin ⃰ .
Looking
back, remembering with a smile, makes me want to sing,
But
no, that joy is no longer mine, not now, not in my rented coffin.
So
take the ashes, once the fire is done
Down
to the water, spread me out, and be laughin’
Know
it was a full life, full of love and fun.
I
made my escape just as I wanted, there in my rented coffin.
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