Here`s a song/chorus that found much application during pub crawls in London yonks ago. (Couldn`t do it now. No one would understand the language.!)

"And when I die.
Don`t bury me at all.
Just pickle my bones ,
In alcolhol.
Put a bottle of booze.
At my head and my feet
And then I`ll know.
My bones will keep".

Lead singer sings a line, assembled companions repeat it.