Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Passing On

I know not how or when I die.

I only know that die I will.

I'm guessing someone will supply

The clothes I'm wearing to fulfill

Whatever ritual there be

To send my dead body off to

The final resting place for me.

I really cannot be sure who

Will get the material things

That I did acquire and kept in

My life of accumulatings,

Soon after birth I did begin.

So whatever I leave behind,

Who gets what, I don't really mind.