Vatican Caskets are just fine,
Made of sandlewood and pine.
When your loved ones have to go,
Dial et cum spirit 2 - 2 - 0.
When your loved ones pass away,
Have them pass the Vatican way.
Cistine Chapel, St. Peter's, too,
Holy water just for you.
Vatican Caskets unlike a rose,
They will never decompose.
For they stand the test of time,
No need to kill the flies with lyme.
Get down on your knees and pray,
When your loved ones pass away.
Vatican customers all sing,
Death, oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh, shit.
