Death

Dead people get more attention
They are remembered annually
They are talked about every now and then
It is happy yappy, and not even gossiping
Reminising the good and bad times
Yet without any ill thoughts, all bygone
You continue to mourn for their absence
Continue to feel their presence, eeriely
As you wished that they are still here
Although not to haunt you.

Dead people are really successful people
They still get royalties passed on for generations
Their possession cost more than ever
They become collectible items, in glass chambers
Their books are classic to read
Their movies are the best ever made
Their intelligence documented repeatedly.

It is blessings, morbid as it sounds
People only start living, once they escaped harrowing deaths
People start appreciative, once they thought death passed them by
Dark crude humor is betcha y'll laughing.

Death .... is a sweet toast to life.