By Peter Halstead

At last, an ocean view—
Our ex post facto due:
Why should the formerly renowned
Have their vistas underground,
Or kick the bucket where they may,
Instead of falling by feng shui,
Properly positioned west,
Laid eternally with the best:
Even dead, it’s never late
To invest in real estate—
A tribute to a death well-spent,
A mausoleum heaven-sent,
And private, too, no danger
Of entombment with a total stranger—
The grave’s too in and chic a spot
To abut a corpse who’s not.
So hurry, financing’s available;
And, should grieving end, it is resalable.

December 15th, 2002