When I am dead, cremate me,
Or bury me instead,
Or let me rot upon the road.
Who cares? I will be dead.
Or take me to death valley.
Let vultures have a feast
Upon my lifeless carcass.
I won't care in the least.
So go ahead, cremate me,
Then load me in your urn.
When I become the late me,
It won't be my concern.
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