I'm Comfortable, Except For The Tree

Someone placed a pretty flower above, on my worn headstone,

My body is so rotted, all that's left is my jaw bone,

My ghost sometimes will prance,

And, around my grave I'll dance,

The tree that has grown straight out of me, will often drop a cone.

DR. DAN FEEDS BEASTIES

Dan's Doctoral Thesis wss widely read,

Dan proposed alcohol made little beasties go dead,

Old Dan was a taker, not a giver,

He took too much wine and wrecked his liver,

In the ground, Dan makes sure the little beasties are feed.

THE AFTERLIFE LIMERICK

Into the dirt or the fires in death we remorse,
To the worms or the ashes, what is our recourse,
Either a worm feces we become,
Or, an old tin urn we pour from,  
Finally, we return to the piles of our source.