I want my funeral to be a drunkards gathering..

every eye filled with moisture, every heart with fear,

where every beautiful eye shed's a tear,

where every one gives a final good-bye with a sad face,

I want it different, a different demise..

Dancing people, singing songs of merry,

let me off the shore with glory,

sing aloud a cheerful lover's story,

send me home, to my Deity..

Swimming in the seas of rum,

Aristocratically sipping pegs of scotch, some,

they speak about my struggle and strive,

they drink and tell the truth of my life..

Friends will talk about that street fight,

and will speak about the women we fantasized,

and would recall incidents of our mischief

and will also say a kings life I did live..

Kiss my grave, or kick my chest,

just be true when I am on my death bed,

just smile, be happy when I lie dead there,

your smiling faces will make my journey better..

I shall meet my ancestors and few old friends,

a small get-together up there in heaven,

you people shall join me soon, giving me a feeling warm,

we will celebrate that day, drink a better rum..

I want my funeral to be a drunkards gathering,

where people shall just dance, celebrate and sing,

where people would be true, won't be fake,

they would wish me luck for a better life after death..