when I die, I must have no grave
no stone, no plot, no grassy lot
no sacred hollow cave
no coffin’s cost to waste a cent
no pageantry, no liturgy
no marks of senseless sentiment
when I die, wear shirts in blues
pants in reds, verdant threads
yellow shoes, in brightest hues
no mourning colours, fade or glum
no sombre tunes that groan and croon
sing up and dance beneath the sun
when I die, be true and kind
be fierce and strong, live bold and long
think often of what should remind
remember me as your friend
my love, my smile, my silly style
and all I am will never end