It's time to have a serious discussion about end-of-life priorities

Please don't bury me down in the cold cold ground
No, I'd druther have 'em cut me up and pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane and the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears, if they don't mind the size

[Verse 3]
Give my stomach to Milwaukee if they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box, just get 'em out of here
Venus de Milo can have my arms, look out, I've got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman and give my love to Rose

[Verse 4]
Give my feet to the footloose, careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy, don't pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane, it's a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south and kiss my *** goodbye

John Prine