No Funeral For Dead Debtors
Sam had cleared his debt, when Death came calling
So, his funeral no barrier stalling.
Sam's interment is as good as the held:
Twenty-one gun salute; trees shall be felled!
I see Sam laughing, on the ground falling,
Sam as a ghost amused, even balling,
All round him women a sweet name calling;
In his honor many to go mailing!
In their Spirit World had begun building
After a chat with Senior Ghost Fielding,
Who had his own house started roofing
While on Earth on Building Jobs no goofing...
Still, a billionaire much power wielding
Sam and others, every morn, "Lord Fielding!"
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