Yeah...what Allen said, and then,

Send me to glory in a glad bag
Dont waste no fancy coffin on my bones,
Just put me out beside the curb on Tuesday
Let that Sanitation Local bear me home.

Sell all my worldly possessions
And buy yourself a case or two of Pabst
Let the empties be my memorial tombstone
Engrave them with this epitaph

repeat chorus

If I should die on the eve of Christmas
Just place me in a "baggy" by the tree
And when the children open all their presents
Their big surprise will be the death of me

rep. ch.

But, maybe I'm not bound for glory
Tho' to that other place I wouldn't choose
If it seems that I'm headed in that direction
Then an Oven bag would be the thing to use.

rep ch.

I'll be lying with a twist tie in each nostril
In a plastic coat for all eternity
When you see the seagulls hover o're the landfill
Take off your hat my friend and think of me.

rep. chorus

that last verse was written by a mudcatter. If he wants to own up to it, fine. I wont blow his cover!

Actually, I'd like to have my ashes strewn about on Penobscot Bay here in Maine.