No burial, just a lousy cremation

No burial When I died, my family didn’t dare bury me in a grave. They knew, without a doubt, I'd only misbehave ~ that I'd party with the germs, and have sleepovers with the worms, and give the bacteria all that they crave. So, just a lousy cremation When I watched them cremate my body, I thought their work was just a little bit shoddy. I woulda preferred if the fire had been hotter by a third, and if my friends had been invited over to toast me with a hot toddy.