When I died, they took my things:
necklace, watch & silver rings.
They slid them off with expertise,
then took my wallet, phone & keys.
They put them in a plastic tray,
with my book & body spray,
a pen, a comb, my fake ID,
a pin badge labelled "shop trainee".
They wiped down all the bloody splatters,
then folded up my shattered glasses.
They tucked them in a scrumpled note,
complete with David Bowie quote.
They found the lighter in my jeans,
lipstick, pot and jelly beans.
Last they found the dog-eared letter,
"My death will make your lives much better."
Re-jigged for Pamagotchi. Voiceover to follow. :)