Spread my ashes to the wind
where the breeze is blowing
makes no matter, east or west
I will not be knowing.

In the morning, at midday
I don't really care
in the place that I have picked
aw hell,  just anywhere.

Cremation is my choice
It is my final wish
I've always loved a torch song
sung by some jazzy dish.

Close to death, I still makes puns
making jokes until the end
when the reaper takes me down
I won't be on the mend.

Laughter's the best medicine
though far ahead I see
that the last laugh that I have
will certainly be on me.