How his body was disposed of,
How his funeral was attended,
How the things he valued were thrown
And how he would remembered,
He cannot know after he’s dead.
Even that he’s ever lived on the earth
Or that he has already been dead
Is not known to him after death.
To believe this truth, ask anyone
Who had anesthesia treatment.
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