funeral

there was no thunderclap when margaret died
some bitter night, friends by her side
hands in a circle, she smiled when margaret died.
there was no scream or gasp when margaret died,
she'd tilt her cup and start to cry,
full of pesticides, then margaret died.
and the room was quiet.
a few people cry over her body,
a few are drunk, a few are sober,
but no one was ready for it to be over.
do we call a morgue?
a funeral home?
do we call her doctor?
she didn't say what to do when she died!
and thus it starts,
a sudden drama,
between friends and foes and family,
who gets to keep her in a jar
now that margaret's died?

there's no will, no papers,
most of her family is dead anyway, besides her sister
but her sister was never very nice,
but, her sister likes collecting ashes.
she has her parents and her grandparents
all mixed up in a great big ceramic jar
sitting above her fireplace,
and she says,
"when i die, mix me up in there too,
and put us in a cannon ball,
and shoot us at the burj khalifa."
she was an odd one, surely margaret didn't want to be shot
after all, she'd already died,
drinking pesticide instead of lead,
but her sister held her hand the tightest!

lucy was her closest friend,
through thick and thin until the end,
she stood there right by margaret's side
until she finally went and died.
and lucy remembered margaret saying,
"when i die, throw my body in a creek,
the one that's right by makeout peak,
let the fish feast on my body,
and maybe,
just maybe,
steve the fisherman will come,
fish me out,
and perhaps he'd be a necrophile,
in death, then,
my dream's come true!"

after hearing this,
i left the party,
i didn't even know who margaret was.
i just came for kalamari!