Straight answer

when i die,

let it be not by a turtle,

whose beak will tear and rips

cutting here, biting there,

slowly devouring, bloody strips.

when i die,

let it not be by Peine forte et dure ,

an untuned pianoforte, ,

crushing, and that compression,

i shall, despite my effort, not endure.

when i die

send me not,

to the heartless lemurs,

they know my fears ,

and flash and murmur.

afterwards, they clean and shine,

and grin again, of what was mine.

when i die,

let be it not by catapulte,

a mangonelle, withwhich to shoot,

hurl me not , in upward climb,

if you refuse to hand a parachute.

i shall plummet so, with little grace,

and impact-crater, some dirt i displace,

a smashing ending, but total disgrace.

when i die,

dont break my neck ,

in one brisk pull, or with a noose,

the snapping spine,

as sep'rate beads on abacus,

you must find a better rack,

better then to hear it 'knack.'

when that bone of an angle, obtuse.

when i die,

like the lawgiver Draco,

i wish not to meet my fate.

give away your coats and shirts,

for the needy , please donate,

bury not, in robes, and hats,

as they did that man of Greece,

who's stifling end , please let me miss.

when i die,

in the kitchen, use some skill,

after death, please,wait until.

now with clever, sauceoan and a grill,

merinate and season, garlic and dill,

and for the guests, a happy meal.

this, my wish, i would instill,

to get you feasting, celebrate my Nill.