Brass Instruments and Marigolds

It's like it gets closer and closer with every breath
When I pass help my funeral become lit A.F., don't trip
I come from a people that don't fear the face of death
It's on you whether or not you show my body respect
Manditory mezcals as you tell stories and reflect
Who knows when it is that we'll again reconnect
When the time comes remember keep calm and collect
Life is built on the ultimate form of retrospect
Where the memories made stay in the minds infinite
Tamales, champurrado, water with optional cigarette
Brass instruments and marigolds to my resting ground
Expect the sound of songs sung many times before me
As we all know when we go it often comes with no warning
Good eating good drinking while everyone is mourning
It's a given going out with the same spirit I was forming
Regardless, last thing I expect is for my exit to be boring