No longer will I see the sun setting

No longer will I see the sun setting or the moon bright in the sky.

No longer will I see another Christmas day

Here I lie entombed as I was at my conception.

What is waiting me hereafter is a matter of one’s perception

I’ve done my time; I’ve done my best and now it’s time to be laid down to rest

It’s been a fascinating journey, one I did not want to end; I’m saddened by my parting, it would be hard to otherwise pretend

But alas I join you here today as custom does require, to formally say my goodbyes to you for that is what I desire

I want to thank you sincerely for all you’ve done for me. I’ve really appreciated you being in my life, hopefully that was plain to see.

Generations have come and gone replacing one and other.

For a while you’ll have your memories, well, some of you at least. But as generations pass so will they, together with the deceased

Anyway, lets move on from this morbid talk

Let me give more consideration to you my dearest guests, you never know, for some of you, I may even have made you a bequest.

I’m shortly to be placed into the ground, whether in a box be it large or small. Some will visit for a few years thereon.

But as those years go by there will be fewer, then there will be none.

Hence is the way these things go, unless you are famous of course

Farewell one and all, farewell