If I die, don't put me in the ground,
Hate to think of you all standing round
Little hole with coffin, me inside,
Dressed in black and holding camomiles.
Burn my body, don't let it rot,
Put the ashes neatly in a pot,
Buy the tickets, take me to some place,
Like Grand Canyon or to Everest,
To Great Lakes or Niagara Falls…
Open now the pot and have me tossed.
Now have fun… But never should you cry,
Till a part of me will get into your eye.