Don’t look at me when I’m dead in a casket at my funeral; I am not there, it’s not me.
My eyes are not closed, I have not stopped breathing; it’s not me.
Don’t look at the body of a stranger, it’s empty, it’s not me.
I have not gone to heaven, I have not gone to hell, I have not gone far nor have I gone near.
I am here, I am everywhere, but at my funeral, I am not there, it’s not me.










