Right now, there’s a guy in heaven with a clipboard
deciding who’ll die first, — you or me.  

If you die first, I’m better than you.
All your good qualities didn’t save your ass, did they?
Ha-ha!  

But if I die first, you’ll peer into my casket
at the funeral home, triumphant and at peace.  

They’ll shut the lid, seal it, and lower me down
into eternal insomnia lit by your smirk.