at my funeral

I wonder what they'll say?
"he was a good man;
a happy man,
a man who brought
joy and happiness
to those around him.
or maybe "he was
a kind, loving man
who enriched the lives
of all those who knew him"

But it's already 5,
and nobody's here.
maybe they really didn't care.
maybe it was all a lie,
perhaps it's better I find out now
then when I was alive.

Fine.
Then I'm glad I'm dead.
Liars and cheats,
every single one of them.
Wait here comes someone.
"Is this,
the Waines funeral?"
"No sorry"
She left,
I can't believe she left,
my only visitor.
What a bitch.