My foundation’s cool vanilla
And my lipstick is pink willow
I’ve been shopping autumn makeup in the store
I cannot wear mascara
In case it says,how are ye’ ?
In any case, I can’t see much any more.
So I have to get assistance
Despite my strong resistance
The assistant is examining all my pores.
Is your skin quite oily?
She questions me adroitly
Till my knees sag and I fall down on the floor.
They shout,are you ok,dear?
I gather that the Lord’s here.
He has come to take me up to Heaven’s door.
I won’t need Cool Vanilla
I’ll never look like Queen Camilla
But my face will wear a smile from ear to ear.
I shall die here in Cosmetics
I know I’m no ascetic
But with Sweet Jesus, I shall know no fear
How my heart speaks 
As long as they don’t play or sing, That’s no way to say Goodbye by Leonard Cohen .I’d feel so guilty,:)
I was once at a funeral where they played this : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEPmA3USJdI at the request of the ceceased)
Enough to waken the dead.:)Maybe they hoped….It certainly makes me think!
Nice way to go 🙂
I thought it might be nice there though the staff might not like it!:)
Most thoughtful of you and, of course, at the very heart of the matter 🙂