In every life there is some strife
Rehearse, decide which way to go
Agree or fight for all your life
You take a ride, choose who to know
Today I heard my neighbour died
We must admit life could be worse
We sent condolences and sighed
Glad weren't not there inside the hearse
We have survived most of our friends
The bad news is we all grow old
Hope for peaceful, warm, happy ends
It's worse to die early of cold.
-ends-
Some people think it is irreverent to joke or dress up for a funeral. But others feel the need to joke to counteract depression in order to cope.
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