THE DEAD KNOW BEST
Don’t lay me out in clothes I never wore,
No rosary-beaded hands stiffened in prayer.
Don’t paint my face; I won’t be Hades’ whore.
No need for show-and-tell; my ghost won’t care.
Don’t mourn if you’re relieved. Let less be more.
Do only what you need—ignore the rest.
No matter what you’ve heard, the dead know best.