Article link: Buried in space? Virginia may help pay for it
If hubby’s death has made you frantic,
Do not give in to fear or panic.
Pick up your cell
And give a yell
To someone here at Mid-Atlantic.
Our funeral service staff is manic
To offer services romantic:
By force of heat,
Your life-long sweet
Will soon resemble ash volcanic.
And then our senior staff mechanic,
Who learned his trade in lands Germanic,
Will launch your love
Ten miles above
The ocean fondly called Atlantic.
Some folks may think our work satanic,
But in a market this gigantic
It does not pay,
We like to say,
To pander to the sycophantic.
Some readers may begin to fear
The Bard is focused on demise
And may do something most unwise.
Relax, dear reader, do not fear!
The Bard is in good humor here.
He simply scans the nightly news
And chooses that which might amuse.
And nothing brings a bit of cheer,
Like sending to the atmosphere
A relative who met the axe –
With savings on your income tax!