Life at a Funeral

What am I going to do without him?

I loved him so much,

As much as a wife can love her husband anyway.

Now he lies there in his casket,

Leaving me with the bill.

I loved him so much,

Did his wife know he was having an affair?

Now he lies there in his casket

In his eternal slumber.

Hopefully his wife will never know.

Did his wife know he was having an affair?

Everyone else knows.

In his eternal slumber,

He never has to worry about this again.

Killing him was the right thing to do.

Everyone else knows,

They’re all staring at me,

He never has to worry about this again.

Though I doubt they really care,

As I sit here in my own excrement.

They’re all staring at me

As I lie in my own coffin.

Though I doubt they really care.

My wife, my lover, my killer, my son.