This Is a Funeral

This is a funeral Why don't you accept This is a funeral And this is the death The candles are burning The red curtains drawn The oak casket glittering Like a pistil of dawn Nobody knew you So why's there a wake? Your work-life undid you All rigid and fake Here's how it pares down: A brief eulogy A shovel of gravel And it's all done by three Then your friends will forget you By the light of a screen Full of afternoon football And unkillable dreams