Came across this in a songbook I found in a friend's guitar case the other day, and it put me in mind of the man who wrote it, Jon Eberhart. I'm doing this chorus from memory, and I can't say the song is so much "bad" as just a more-than-enough-extended metaphor, exactly in keeping with the genuine article (this one being self-conciously constructed).

She's read her final issue, there was nothing we could do,
We could see the end a-coming, as she turned its pages through.
Now a halo lights her reading, and her days are free from strife,
Death has cancelled her subscription to the magazine of life.


From "Magazine of Life," copyright 1980 by Jonathan Eberhart

I don't remember if this is on his Folk Legacy recording or not, but it's one in the spirit of that recording's title song, "Life's Trolley Ride."

Songster Bob