Life after Death

Stung by a bee you dropped dead. Instead of blood there's poison in your head. Would you like to know, would you really like to know how is life after death or if it's just pitch black? Ran a chainsaw through your body. Choked on that sandwich with pastrami. Would you like to know, would you really like to know how is life after death or if you join Gaddafi? Took a bullet to the brain. Got rolled over by a train. Made a threat to al-Qaida. Or tried to self-tattoo a tribal. Would you like to know, would you really like to know how is life after death when you're dead. In the end you will die anyway. So why not choose your own cool fate. To leave the stage with a last bang. So you said goodbyes and sang: I would like to know, I would really like to know how is life after death. Is it loud, am I deaf? Will I scream, is it torture? Or do I live in richest fortune. There is just one way to find out. And that way is to shut me down. To find the answer long awaited for. At either hells or heavens door. I would like to know, I would really like to know how is life after death when I'm dead. ______ (I'm fine. It's just late.)