When somebody dies, folks hardly ever say “dead.”
They prefer “expired” or “departed” instead.
Most of the euphemisms don’t do any harm,
Like “biting the dust” or “buying the farm.”

There are “fallen off the perch” and “given up the ghost.”
“Taking a dirt nap” is one I like most.
“Kicked the oxygen habit” and “gone offline”
Are a couple favorites of mine.

How about “at room temperature” or “fell off the twig,”
“Wearing a toe tag” or “played his last gig”?
“Bought a pine condo” and “six feet under,”
“Became a root inspector” makes one wonder.

Try “went belly up” and “bit the biscuit.”
“Laid down his burden” and never missed it.
“Gone to his maker” and “out of print,”
“In a horizontal phone booth” for a permanent stint.

“Defunct,” “extinct,” and “in the crisper.”
Most say ’em no louder than a whisper.
“Gone to sleep city” and “passed his sell by date,”
“Cashed in his chips at the pearly gate.”

Now we could go on, but you get the point.
Have a fun in life before “checking out of this joint,”
And should you come to my funeral, don’t bring a thing.
Just sit back and listen to the fat lady sing.