The Wrong Funeral

Tongue in cheek look at the stories told at funerals

When I die
And am laid to rest
Tell the worst
Tell the best

Please don't make
The people guess
Was it me
Please confess

When I die
And am laid to rest
Don't just sigh
And tell the best

As I hover over head
And listen to
Words being said
Of me and you

Let me hear words
Clear and true
Don't make it up
And make me guess

Don't make me guess
Is it me or . . .
Am I at
The wrong funeral

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

Now imagine that! LOL...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Smiling! I love this little poem. The tales we weave at funerals!

[Adrienne Sims]

creative....but oh so true! def a thought that has crossed my mind! love the way you worded it.

[D. Pesek]

This is really good. I like the idea, very unique. It reminds me of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer when he goes to his own funeral to listen to what people have to say about him.

[Reza Farahmand]

wow! that is great. it is really intersting and at the same time saddening. death is everybody's turn. we all should wait for it and we hope that people tell the best about us. and they really know who we were and how we lived. i'm sure that you are the best, as long as you do the best.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Would be interesting to see what people say bout you at your funeral... certainly a good time to know who really cared... sometimes that when people finally realize what someone meant to them.

very humorous poem.

[Robin]

flashing back on all the stories I have heard , maybe because they know they are being watched ...

[Marie Harrison]

Ha! I wonder if that's what happens. One thing I've learned people grieve in different ways. Some people get very angry at the person who has died. I think to be polite people try to think of sweet things to say about the person who has died. With horrible people, I guess there is just quiteness. Ha!

[Samuel Dickens]

What, no white washing? Nothing but the truth? Even harder than telling grandma that her cookies taste bad is the tendency to, uh, shall we say, smooth out one's rough edges at their funeral.