When I am dead, cremate me.
Wrap me up tight and crate me,
Then just incinerate me
Like unattended bread.
With cakes and ale then fête me
And lovingly debate me.
Feel free to celebrate me
By quoting things I said.
Rather than overrate me,
Discreetly understate me.
Be gentle with the late me;
Speak kindly of the dead.
Then you may relocate me.
Scoop up my dust and freight me
And then disseminate me
Where angels fear to tread
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