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How right you were, dear Paul,That we hear of famous people's deaths while on vacation.Perhaps it's so their funerals are not too crowded,With their loyal fans being out of town and all.Those celebrities are pretty clever.I've heard that someone's born every eight seconds,So I presume that someone dies every eight secondsJust to keep things even.It makes me feel shortchangedWhen I read the obituary page:Someone's holding back information.It also prompts me to flip through the telephoneDirectory on sleepless nights,Saying over, and over, and over again:"yup! you're all going! every last one of you."Wow. heaven must be a big place.I don't know too many dead people,But folks tell me I'm young.When my grandfather died, he was laid outIn the Bub funeral home,And I was secretly glad Mr. Bub didn't change his nameTo something more romanticWhen he went into business.I just wish it was less memorable.Letras de cancionesMy high school locker partner,Ned, worked part-time for a mortician.Imagine dressing dead people,Straightening their ties and fluffing up their hairSo you can afford to take a girl outTo the movies on Saturday night.Well, that's love! that's adolescent desperation!I would've been honored to have NedTake me to the movies and let him buy me popcorn.Instead, I went out with a boy who died.The hardest part was knowing that his bodyDidn't just disappear on the bed the moment he left.I think that's what keeps me off of suicide:The idea that there's something leftFor someone else to clean up. how rude and inconsiderate!It's a pain to take out the weekly trash,Let alone figure out what to doWith over a hundred pounds of flesh that's about to go bad.It'd be even worse in India, where there's a religious cultWhich believes you shouldn't desecrateAny of the elements with the dead.They can't be buried or burned.They can't be cast out to sea.So they're taken to the top of the tower of silence,Where they become the vultures' problem.How's that for passing the buck?No, when I go, I want to go clean, convenient,Leaving no mess.As if I vaporized while taking a shower,As if I moved to Antarctica, leaving no forwarding address. From Letras Mania