[Jayne Osborn]

That one's great, as well as your post #5 and #10, Bob. (Oh, and 18, 21 and 27!) As you were the first to go for 'the late me', and Ann did too, I don't feel so bad about using it as well (and we won't be the only ones, I'm sure).

When I am dead, cremate me.
(I’ll even sign a form.)
With me, it’s always been the norm
to feel most comfortably warm.
My chilly friends berate me:

“How can you wear a sleeveless dress?
It’s only twelve degrees!
This gale-force wind you call a breeze
makes you feel ‘cool’, while we all freeze,”
they'll add, with some distress.

Yes, when I’m dead, cremate me.
(I’d hate to putrefy.)
Stand near, then turn the heat up HIGH,
- you cold friends, there to say goodbye.
Be hot, just like the ‘late’ me!