I hear eulogies,
The palaver I reject,
He died a good man.
“I agree with you;
Nix the unnecessary;
Who is the dead man?”
That’s my eulogy,
It’s short and believable,
No sugar added.
“Planning in advance,
Inevitable demise,
None escape alive. “
What to do is clear,
So easy for all to see,
Planning in arrears.
“Hindsight oft can be,
The corrector of foresight;
Correctly applied. “
Some confirmation,
Post hoc ergo propter hoc,
Humorous and sad.
“You see dead people?”
I am writing my own eulogy right now it’s nice and short
I should write to one that I predict and then the one that’s the truth
I should write two
“Hmmm.”
You know the one that says you’re amazing and helpful and kind and this ain’t and never kicked a dog and all that the boring one
Then one with some juicy bits, the stuff that would embarrass you to hear it today, but either funny or shocking.
“Who would believe that? Except about the dog, that seems true.”
I know I don’t believe it but that’s what’s. Some of these eulogies turn everybody to saints
“I guess i live pretty boribg, or i own it, so it’s not embarassing to me… I never stole a car, or robbed a bank!”
“People believe in ghosts…”
Yes people believe in ghosts.
“If I’m still around, i will read the true one for you… Boring or not!”
The true one’s not going to be boring but I won’t be a saint.
Two Old Men 
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