(Here's an old folk song I felt like sharing.)

Have you ever thought,
As a hear.se went by,

That you may be,
The next to die?

They wrap you in,
A big white sheet,

From your head,
Down to your feet.

They put you in,
A big black box,

And cover you up,
With dirt and rocks,

And all goes well,
For about a week,

But that's when your coffin
starts to leak.

The worms crawl in,
The worms crawl out,

They do the peaknuckle,
On your snout.

They eat your eyes,
They eat your nose,