In 1962, an instrumental was released by Vince Guaraldi that was classified as a jazz/pop song. Licensed lyrics were supplied by Carel Werber in 1963 and a host of artists put their own spin on both versions. It was a song whose words were envied but seldom practiced as it prompted a carefree lifestyle without the rules or regulations of societies’ expectations. However, after a lifetime of chasing dreams, striving for success and surviving disappointments, job departures and divorces, people start to settle in for their long dirt nap to reflect on their role in the scheme of things. The morticians of Western Societies have reintroduced this song with the addition of 1 letter (e) to showcase your body’s new future without pressured choices. It revolves around a ritual they have performed for centuries without public knowledge. It involves throwing 1 coffee canful of red “wriggler” worms into the person’s casket after final viewing. The purpose of this is twofold. 1: to insure death by panic in case the coroner misdiagnosed the deceased as being deceased. 2: to launch you into your transformation of going from being a viable (sometimes), living, breathing soul into a rotting box of fantastically fabulous fertilizers. The addition of the worms is the starting gate for your new job as a chemical engineer, as you break down all your atoms through worm digestion into a valuable feedstock for plants. The tail end of that red wriggler discharges a product known as: caste. Poop, turds, or shit is the term commonly used by lay (pun) people; however the word police have toned it down a bit by conjuring up the word into the scientifically acceptable term: vermicompost. So once you get in the box, you now have the luxury of being under no pressure to conform. You are finally and absolutely free. NOW YOU CAN: CASTE YOUR FATE TO THE WIND. 🎼dah dah… da…….dah dah… da.🎵
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