I’m not sure exactly what I believe about afterlife, I said cautiously, as you do. Listen, my friend said, I know exactly what happens. They’re all up there At a big cocktail party in the sky clinking glasses So get ready. It’s better than the alternative, I said. What alternative? she said. No shroud then.
So what’ll we wear? Grab your tiara, Throw a cat around your shoulders And go. It sure as hell beats Limbo.