Everybody's dying, so we send them flowers. After their funerals, we go out to dinner, And then we try to forget about it. We're all committing suicide, And everybody points it out to us: Is that a coffee you're drinking? Is that a cigarette you're smoking? is that meat you're eating? Is that air you're breathing? have you no self-respect? No, but we're having fun, quick, before we drop dead. We don't mind your great concern. But please, send flowers instead