My Cowoker shared this with me for no apparent reason

 so I thought I would pass along the charity.

Its a poem by God knows who

and its slightly distrubing FYI.

Don't you ever laugh as a hearse goes by,

for you may be the next to die.

They wrap you up in a big white sheet,

And cover you up from your head down to your feet.

They put you in a big black box,

And cover you up with dirt and rocks.

All goes well for about a week,

And then your coffin begins to leak.

The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,

The worms play pinochle* on your snout.

They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,

They eat the jelly between your toes.

A big green worm with rolling eyes,

Crawls in your stomach and out your eyes.

Your stomach turns a slimy green,

And pus pours out like whipping cream.

You spread it out on a slice of bread,

And that's what you eat when you are dead.