The accident was accidental

That day on Earth was filled with fun, The weather was mild and clement. The sun beamed down with gentle grace, Cool air had just chased off the rain. That party brimmed with food and beer, We drank more than we ought to drink. There wasn’t a single sober soul, Not even the one meant to drive. Still, we had homes we had to reach— He drove, though steeped in alcohol. Then came the crash, brutal and swift— Not even one of us survived. The burial came sudden and prompt, Tears streamed as grief rent through the air. "Too young to die!" the mourners wailed, Bodies laid stiff, devoid of soul. Four graves gaped wide to swallow whole— The dug-out clay their final roofs. Left for the ants to feast upon, Till silence hushed all mortal wails. Then angels came before Satan, Carefully choosing whom to claim: Some to hellfire, some to heaven— That's how we stopped living with men.