Hi All, 'thought you might be interested in our" Worm " version: Did you ever think when a hearse went by That someday you too were going to die? They dress you up, in your Sunday shirt then cover you over with gravel and dirt. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, The worms play [pinochle on your snout" If there is more to it I can't remember Ruth

Hi Ruth Your worm verse, convinces me more than ever that cremation is the way for me Mary S