When I die, I want to
be cremated
And buried in an urn
That will turn me
into a tree
I don't really care
what kind
My loved ones should grieve
However they need to
That is their chore
to complete
I won’t have a
gravestone
But if I did, I would
want it to say;
“Beloved by many,
She was a tough old
broad"
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