Bury me with a music box so I'll still have a voice,
And bury me with a bell to ring in case I'm still alive.
(Though if I am, would that truly be my choice?)
Bury me in a casket with a minibar built in,
And I'll drink, drink, drink to my health.
(Please forgive me, God, for my numerous sins.)
Bury me with a marble stone engraved with an arrow
Pointing to the ground that says "Dance Here."
(The world's view of me is dim and narrow.)
Bury me with some games and toys so I won't bore myself.
Bury me with some dolls so I won't feel alone.
(But not now, disregard my mental health.)
Bury me in the faraway future when I'm already dead.
Ignore the people saying, "Do it now!"
(I wish I knew what was going on in their heads.)
Bury me when I'm old and gray with wrinkles on my skin,
Don't let me die young, I'm just not ready.
(And hopefully, when I get to Heaven, they'll let me in.)