When I'm dead, don't cry for me
don't shed a single tear.
Just fulfill my final wishes
all laid out right here.
My only wish in passing
is to make for me a deal-
that my family will partake in me
as a Sunday meal.
I know I'll be quite tasty
marbled meat, yet lean
'twill surely be the biggest
rump roast you've ever seen.
Boil me, baste me, cook me up
however you so please;
serve me with a side of rice
and some wine and cheese.
Light a couple candles
use napkins made of cotton.
Make it a a truly gourmet meal
so I'll not be forgotten.
And if I'm not remembered
as a husband, friend or dad,
at least I know that I will be
the best meal they've ever had.
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