John Prine:
Woke up this morning, put on my slippers, walked in the kitchen and died, and oh, what a feeling as my sole ;) went through the ceiling and on up into heaven I did fly.
When I got there they did say "John, it happened this away, you slipped upon the floor and hit your head. And all the angels say just before you passed away these were the very last words that you said:

Oh please don't bury me down in that cold cold ground, I'd rather have 'em cut me up and pass me all around..

[then follows a charming list of what he wants done with his various parts, including:]

- put my sox in a cedar box just get them out of here
- give my knees to the needy [kneedy?]

[and now a drum roll please]

- give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free