At the bottom of the hill ready to die
Though curtain time I'm not going to cry
I'm prepared and ready to go.
Never been a more propitious time
Now that I've had my favorite wine
Mulled it over, to and fro.
Not a big deal to shuffle off
My faded cap I'll gladly doff
To pay my respects to the Man.
No crying jag or any such thing
Rather an Irish wake and songs to sing
Smiling and laughing the best we can.
Life to the full that's what it's been
If I had to rate sure it's a ten
In all sincerity I can say I loved it all!
I'm not rich and fame is far
Yet those I love are all a star
To have lived has been a blessed ball!
If your family has a difficult time discussing death and funerals,
sometimes a little humor
can break the ice for a significant discussion.
Nothing in the following page is meant to demean the difficulties
that a grieving family goes through at a time of death or terminal illness.
But laughter is good medicine, even — or especially — in times of trouble.
Don't knock on Death's door. Ring the doorbell and run. He hates that!
Funeral directors are experimenting with a new way to get rich, mixing Viagra with embalming fluid . . . to raise the dead.
Mother-in-law on the phone: "I've decided I want to be cremated." Daughter-in-law: "Great, get your coat on, and I'll be right over."
". . . And to my wife who loved my cheery smile, I leave my dentures."
Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whtever to do with it.
I have firmly decided to bite the dust with a minimum of medical assistance when my time comes, and up to then to sin to my wicked heart's content.
Here lyeth the body of Martha Dias--
Always noisy, not very pious.
She lived to the age of three score and ten
And gave to worms what she refused to men.