don't bury me if I should die

I don't want my bones to lie
six feet under - six feet down
covered by unfeeling ground
please don't leave me here alone
with nothing but a cold, hard stone
a name, two dates and nothing more
don't leave me for the worms to gnaw

instead

peel off my useless skin
and expose the meat that lies within
chop me, slice me, mince and dice me
mix me with those herbs and spices
turn me into sausages
and invite my friends round for the feast

lay me down on smoking teflon
hear me sizzle as I fry
make my headstone mashed potato
warm and fluffy, piled up high
smother me in steaming gravy
let onions be my funeral wreath
give the mourners knives and forks
and tell the priest to cry "let us eat!"
so succulent!
such tender Tim!
I never knew he had such taste!
and he made so many sausages
let's have some more - a shame to waste
eat heartily my faithful friends
for this is how I want to end

don't bury me if I should die
if there's a heaven - let me fry!