Requiescat in pace

Death is cliche

Even that is cliche

It's all been said

Whispered in hushed tones

Grief and sorror mingle indiscriminately

With happy memories

It comes to us all

Life's great cliche

We all die in the end

 

Remember man that you are dust

And unto dust you shall return

To be blown about as joyous thoughts

And smiling memories

Through endless years and on countless tongues

Person to thought

Unending

Requiescat in pace

Uncle Norb