Epitaph

“Here lies John Jones.

He fell off his horse in a drunken stupor

and cracked his skull open on a rock.

He was galloping home after a roisterous night

with his friends at a local tavern.

The horse survived.”

So here’s an ode to make you laugh:

Your life will end with epitaph.

Your tombstone etches when you die.

And, never, ever, mentions why.