When I Die

It even happened to Jesus.
But when I die,
Make sure I go to use.
If you have to, put my bones in the soup.
Let everything that I used be used again.
Let every blessed organ that I have get a new owner.
Give me to a new medical examiners assistant,
After all, everyone remembers there first cadaver
And if I die tomorrow, let it be known that I have only one regret.
And that was waiting to be spoken to before I spoke,
Holding back my feelings even when provoked.
And now you know.
But also know that I have learned.
Dying is unavoidable,
Let the cost be avoided.
Barry me somewhere cheap with a good view of the stars,
But make sure my eyes are closed.
If you burn me, but me in something creative,
Like a book.
But not one to big because I get bored quick.
Or maybe use me as Halloween decoration,
You think I scare little kids now, just imagine me then.
But whatever you do with me just make sure I get put to use.
I don’t want a viewing,
That would just be creepy.
And I don’t care if black makes you look thin; you aren’t wearing it to my funeral.
You are wearing bright colors, whatever makes you feel fabulous.
I don’t want flowers,
I have allergies they will only make me sneeze.
But I love chocolate so just drop that of at the grave stone.
And make sure the local homeless guy knows they’re there.
Chocolate should never go to waste, he can eat them in my place.
And I don’t want any long speeches at the funeral,
Just a few simple verses and that will be it.
Oh, and don’t feel obligated to come.
But know I will be haunting your ass if you don’t come.