Summary: Wishing you a very morbid Halloween! -- The rich man built a big stone building Where folks could come to see him After he was dead and gone It's called a mausoleum I started down a dark church stairway And on one step I tripped I landed in a place that was full of tombs A room that's called a crypt In my hands are the ashes of the cremated king Where do you think I should carry 'em? Let's put those ashes in a fancy urn And take 'em to the columbarium If all you leave behind is bones That doesn't have to be scary You can put them in a hallowed place That's called an ossuary If you want to spend eternity in a fancy grave There's no need to be a sulker Just save your money your whole life through And buy your own sepulcher No, you don't have to wind up in the cramped cold ground When your time has drawn to a close The world is full of fancy places Where you can decompose
