To be read at my funeral

Don’t come to my funeral and holler
And don’t buy me bundles of flowers
I prefer now to follow the life force
So bury me where there are showers
In a forest, some glade, where sweet solitude reigns
Pay homage quietly and go
I don’t want some headstone carved by child labour
Nobody else needs to know
That I came and trod for a lifetime
The sod that was once rich and good
In 60 short years how we’ve changed all of that
Polluted this fine stretch of wood
And thats all thats left of a forest
That swept through our great Countryside
I beg you don’t burn me in some ghastly oven
In my carboard box I now hide
To wait for the scampering diners
Who’ll strip me of flesh skin and fat
To the Rats and the Maggots
I’m one of the faggots
At least I now know where I’m at

Don’t come to my funeral and holler
Don’t dress up in black and shed tears
Those of you good to me when I was living
Your in my thoughts, dearest dears
Heaven awaits those believers
Paradise came as my breath
Stopped, I am gone and I beg you
To remember my life not my death