Don't ever laugh as the dead go by
For you may be the next to die.
First you're sick and then you're worse
And then it's time to call the hearse

They put you in a big black box
to cover you up with dirt and rocks.
They wrap you in a bloody sheet
and bury you down about six feet deep.

They leave you in the family plot,
And there you wither, decay, and rot.
You look OK for about a week
but then your coffin begins to leak.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The ants play Pinochle on your snout.
Your eyes fall in, your teeth fall out,
Your liver turns to sauerkraut.

A big fat worm that's not so shy,
Crawls in one ear and out one eye.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
They eat your guts then spit them out.

And when your bones begin to rot
The worms are there but you are not.
They ate your body and ate your head
And that's the story of when you're dead

The moral of this is very creative.
Don't get buried but be cremated!