Death Poem by Jon Yttri

My rich uncle loved me so much, he wouldn't include me in his will.
Because he didn't want me as a suspect in case he was murdered.
Nowhere is a compliment met with less gratitude than at a funeral.
Anyone who tells you he is afraid of death, can't be speaking from experience.
They say dying men don't lie.
I've never known one to be standing or sitting.
If only the good die young, then the immoral must be immortal.
D is for the dread with which we face it.
E is for the everlasting state.
A is for the answer we discover when we do approach that final date.
T is for the times we say goodbye to and the inconclusive ending to them all.
H is for the home we come to stay in, underneath the grass where leaves do fall.
Death is grave and we cannot avoid it, and even with good health can merely stall.