We are memory’s preserved and not forgot
We become ghosts or spirit hosts
In life we hate the name, In death we feel no shame
Body’s Evicted and re-homed in the ground
But that’s not for me as I stated before passing I want to be cremated
I added to my will as a must a request for my mortal dust
It was a simple wish find a peaceful place full of fish
And set me free as this is where I will finally rest.