I pray that it may be less of a loss and more relief.
Let yourself take comfort for I've finally found my sleep.
A time has come where there is nothing left to be,
A conscience softly drifting and a soul has been released.
You feel respect must be payed and your heart is torn.
But let me decompose, I've been well-used and worn.

When you lay me down,
I hope for celebration, and not sorrow.
I have said my goodbye, but for you there's still tomorrow.
Do not waste your kind tears on my fading memory.
The past has been forgotten by the universe, like me.

When they lay me down,
Give thanks that I had life.
And then give thanks again,
For you still have yours.