When death visits

When death comes a-knockin'
There's no announcin'

Before you're done blinkin'
The ol' basterd's done robbin'

The kin is now sobbin'
Others in errands runnin'

Comin' to terms is a chore
Fancy farewell won't restore

Neither the precious beloved soul
Nor its vessel, just but a bowl

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