Take me to the crematorium

I don’t want to be buried when I die

Because I have never liked small spaces
And coffins are not that big
Because I have never liked people who stink
And when you rot you stink
Because am a little afraid of heights
And graves are kind of deep
Because I have never really liked dust and dirt
And that’s what they bury you with
Because am bound to get lonely when everyone leaves
And am left rotting in a small box in a deep hole covered in dirt


I want to be cremated when I die


Because I have never liked small spaces
And ash can spread in the world
Because I have never liked people who stink
And I figure they’ll perfume the ash
Because I am a little afraid of heights
And ash can fly
Because in ash form I can go camping
And won’t even need a tent
Because I figure ashes don’t rot and they don’t stink
They just fly in the wind and roam free
Reading poetry and swaying to good music


I want to be ash.