The Funeral Procession
The Funeral Procession
By Elton Camp
The town’s richest old miser finally died
So only a few cars went on the final ride
Out to the cemetery to see him put away
Where he would stay until judgment day
A man on the sidewalk removed his hat
It was nice to see such respect as that
What I saw next looked so much worse
Laughing in the car behind the hearse
The five in the car were in a good mood
It made me ask who could be that crude
My companion explained the lack of cares
“That car is the one carrying all his heirs.”
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