Death is part of life,
nobody can escape.
You leave your wife ,
and get another shape.

So it is not the opposite,
we all end in a grave.
Not just ideologists,
For nothing we crave

A cremation is possible,
the fire is hot and burns all of you.
Your ashes are scattered,
and make you invisible.

This is according to your wishes.
The music is your taste.
Downwards you see your Mrs.,
no time she can waste.

She struggles every day,
goes up and down.
Feels so far away.
She stays in the same town.

Often she hopes to join you,
in Heaven with The Lord.
Thinks you want this too,
believe in His Word.