Someday, when there's no more land,
and no more cemeteries planned,
someone rich might ask to buy
this plot so he'll have room to die.
Oh progeny, heed my advice!
Hold out for an ample price!
Don't fear you will disturb my rest
to take from me one last bequest.
So long as there's sufficient cash,
it's just as restful to be ash.
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