Coco was a widow age seventy-nine She wanted to save her kids some money and some time Elegant and lonely in her dresses and her rings She wanted her passing-on to be a simple thing

Pearblossom Crematory, such a peaceful place The young man who works there had such a charming way He leaned in and told her just how nice she looked that day

Touched her arm and smiled at her in such a different way “Sir, do I know you?” He said, “I think you do, Please let me show you something I’ve been saving just for you.”

Pearblossom Crematory where the lights are low He softly touched her cheek and neck and soon she was aglow They fell to a lovely daybed in the dim back room He made love to Coco in a silence like the tomb

She never felt the needle slipping into her thin thigh She slipped from this mortal world, a smile upon her face In the scent of Bradford pear without a single trace

Pearblossom Crematory’s open down the street The young man is waiting for someone to give a treat His cremator is ready, he’s seductive, not abrupt, He’s going to burn you down and then he’ll burn you up