The time has come for us to die,
The end of all things, it is so nigh.
Five stages of grief are four too far,
Death has come to say au revoir.
We are all gone, soon, goodbye, farewell.
Time for the final, grand high death knell.
We will all end up in our own personal Valhallas,
Go directly, don’t pass go, don’t collect $200.
You trust me, I know, and I want you no pain,
So come, lie here, next to this gas main.
But before you do, just one last thing,
Sign these papers that give me everything.
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