Goofyfish:
Well of course you would be invited. But I don't plan on dying anytime soon.
You would have to sing this song:
"Did you ever think as a hearse goes by
That you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a clean white sheet
And bury you down six feet deep
(Don't remember this line)
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
You face turns to a putrid green
Your insides look like whipping cream
(Don't remember this line)
And that is the end of a perfect day"