A funny thing happened on the way to my funeral

I was born...
I lived...
I died.

What did I leave behind?

From my open caskett
I viewed the world
through a TV set.

Now, lovers' tears fall
for wasted years ahead.
And mother's tears fall
for the unsaved dead.

Tomorrow I will be buried
along with my couch and my resume.
And a smile of relief,
Because I could never find
the mute button anyway.