They’re going to call me an indigent, it’ll say so on the tag.
If you want to read the c.o.d., before they zip up the bag.
I’ll lie in a freezer for a good eight days, then it’ll be the furnace.
Was life supposed to end like this, why didn’t somebody warn us?
If nobody comes to claim the body, the ashes will go in the trash.
That’s what happens when you die alone and with very little cash.