“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.
Living the Aging Life 