Some time ago I had a chat with Death
She frightened me, I tried to get away
Her pale white visage took away my breath
“Relax,” she said, “I’ll come another day”
Then Death returned as she had vowed to do
She said the time had come for us to leave
She held my hands, together off we flew
I hoped my chums would find a time to grieve
St. Peter met me at the Pearly Gate
He had a ten-page form I should fill out
I couldn’t think of anything that great
I drank too much and acted like a lout
And now I have no stories left to tell
Except to say it’s very hot in Hell
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