I think I ruptured my sarcophagus wandering around that museum. And if you think there's useless stuff around today, ol' Tutty had hisself a solid gold dagger!

Here, I done writ a song about it:

I've lived as a simple guy
And a simple guy I'll die
I just want a simple funeral, you see
Nothing fancy or too swell,
Just some roses, prayers, and well,
A sold gold sarcophagus for me!

Just wrap me up in yards of linen
Stuck together with some resin
Put lots of gold and jewelry things therein.
I've worth every single cent
So it's not something to resent
When on my corpse you place a big ol' diamond pin.

Make my grave large, wide, and deep
Ten thousand mourners there to weep
There are no sins for which I must atone.
And inside my funeral chamber
Pile my furniture and other plunder
Then top it with a billion tons of stone.

For I'm just a simple guy
And a simple guy I'll die
And I want a simple funeral, you see
Nothing fancy or too swell,
Just some roses, prayers, and well...
This is just the least that you can do for me.