For the warm snacks at the after-party
Oh, I can just picture the geselligheid—that would be the best of all
Slept, warm, dry and well-fed mourners
Are the best reference
For the dead. They’ll remember me the way they feel—slept, warm, dry, well-fed
And when they leave the after-party
And have to go out into the
Cold wet winter
They will remember the experience
We arranged for them
Their sorrow for me will be the keener
They’ll say, ag, shame, poor bugger
And think they really mean it