Here lies the body of Ole TN
It weren’t a bullet what done him in
It weren’t the whiskey ‘r fried foods neither
In fact he ain’t dead – just takin’ a breather.
Here lies the body of poor dead me
Finally gone at a hundred and three
Fiercely to life you know I clung
You also know that the good die young.
Or my favorite:
Here’s the remains of Old TN.
Finally he dipped his pen
And wrote these words…
I took some liberties with the prompt today. I changed obituary to epitaph.
Much more fun this way!