Afterlife Poem by Ima Ryma

Why I was born I don't know why.
In time and place my life I live,
Knowing for sure one day I'll die.
Life has only so much to give.
Body be buried, body be burned?
My body's gotta go somewhere.
About that though I'm not concerned.
Remains will be owned by my heir,
Who I have talked to about that,
Would like my body given to
A local place near where I'm at,
Fed to animals at the zoo.

But even when I'm dead and gone,
Remember me and I live on.