How you come to see me.

How you come to see me when I die,
dressed in rags or sables,
tears flowing from your eyes.
Makes no mind to me.
For I'm be dead and can not see.
If you should come to see me
on display.
As you look at me
in that mummified like way.
Make sure you'll be as comfortable,
as me lying there,
and not over dressed
Cause you can't impress the dead
by what you wear.
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