when I die,
bury me in a simple grave, no extravagance
at my funeral, don’t cry too much
for I could not be able to wipe you tears
I want four singers to sing, a song each, for even pairs bring good luck
instead of crying, you should smile and laugh, even
for how could I stand the sight of you crying?
and when you lay me in the earth, pour a little rum and whiskey right before the dirt
because how else would I want to go?
when I breathe my last
remember me not as I was
but as I could be
for that is what I want
my sweet darling dear