The Kicking of Buckets, and How It is Done
In case a brown recluse spider should come to call on you and with her magical spells weave for you mystic sleep—
In the event that any sharks should smell your yummy blood and render you a permanent fixture of the deep—
Lest some great venerable tree should fall full upon your pointy head and leave you feeling just a little flat—
Or a once-dormant volcano barf its hot majestic load of smoking lava directly onto the brim of your jaunty hat—
Should any untoward or fearsome thing befall you or a tragedy untimely bump you off, I’d feel so sad and even a little guilty somehow
That in my concern for you and to prevent your facing any such future griefs, I feel it’s best that I help you to kick the bucket Now.
Art-Colored Glasses 
🙂 xo
😉 xoxo
I never thought kicking the bucket could be funny! Great artwork, too, my friend! xoxo
It may as well be enjoyable, since we’re all going to get there eventually! Glad you enjoyed my zoot-suited skeleton. 🙂
Very funny, Milady…
I promise I will never attempt any such thing in real life. But the Grim Reaper certainly will, so I prefer to laugh at him rather than cower. 😉