He was late to his own funeral
The hearse finally arrived
The driver got lost
Thank God Mr. Dead had died
The mourners were reasonably mournful
There was a party afterward
Paid for by the dead man
To give them all one last thrill

The memories were aplenty
Helped by a fine Cabernet
Friends and enemies communed
Yeah, those good old days
“Jeez, we’re all getting older,”
So many of them said
Annoyed at the inevitable
Each would be there some day

If you gotta go
Do it right
Honor the good times
Celebrate the life