When I die, will you dance at my funeral?
Would you have loved me enough to wear your favorite tutu
twirl your very best twirls
and point your toes?
When I die, will you dance at my funeral?
Even when all others will concentrate on suppressing a smirk
Will you proudly resemble a pink jelly bean
up on the stage?
When I die, will you sing at my funeral?
Will you clasp your hands before you
warble your strongest warble
and attempt your best opera?
If you love me, you will dance your best dance
and warble your best warble
and embarrass yourself as much as possible
And hopefully accomplish my goal-
to crack everybody up.
At your expense.
Now THAT would be an awesome funeral.
(Dedicated to the most pious and godly Deb Marth.Amen.)
