Death is that far country where mankind eventually goes;
Until then we can watch the coroner on TV shows.
He slices and he dices and he waxes kinda folksy
As we stuff our face with chips and dip, or feel quite chokesy.
The work is always waiting, and there is no wretched foreigner
Who can take the place of a good ol' county coroner.
Take your children to the morgue for some career advice;
Your customers cannot talk back when they are put on ice.
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