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Here’s a song about funeral insurance called “It’s Your Funeral”—a blend of dark humor, reflection, and practicality, with a touch of Irish wit to match your location in Dublin.

(Verse 1)
Well, the rain’s comin’ down on O’Connell Street,
And the pubs are full of whispers, soft and sweet.
Old Mr. Murphy down the lane,
Just passed away—what a bloody shame.

(Pre-Chorus)
But the bills don’t stop when the heart gives out,
The rent’s still due, the kids shout about.
Who’s gonna pay for the plot and the stone?
Who’s gonna cover the debt you’ve sown?

(Chorus)
It’s your funeral, yeah, it’s your send-off day,
But who’s gonna foot the bill when you’re laid away?
A little plan now, a little care,
Saves your loved ones from the despair.
So don’t leave it to chance, don’t leave it to fate,
It’s your funeral—get your affairs in order, mate!

(Verse 2)
The priest says a prayer, the tears may fall,
But the costs keep piling, one and all.
The coffin’s polished, the flowers are bright,
But who’s gonna pay for the wake tonight?

(Pre-Chorus)
The headstone’s carved, the plot’s all set,
But the bank’s still knocking—you can’t forget.
A life well-lived deserves a send-off grand,
But who’s left holdin’ the money bag in hand?

(Chorus)
It’s your funeral, yeah, it’s your send-off day,
But who’s gonna foot the bill when you’re laid away?
A little plan now, a little care,
Saves your loved ones from the despair.
So don’t leave it to chance, don’t leave it to fate,
It’s your funeral—get your affairs in order, mate!

(Bridge)
Maybe you’ll go in a blaze of glory,
Or maybe quietly, in a nursing story.
But the cost won’t change, it’s always the same,
So why not ease the burden, ease the pain?

(Verse 3)
Your kids might fight, your nieces might cry,
Over who gets the last of your pie.
But the real fight’s over debts unpaid,
And the funeral bill that’s left to be paid.

(Final Chorus)
It’s your funeral, yeah, it’s your send-off day,
But who’s gonna foot the bill when you’re laid away?
A little plan now, a little care,
Saves your loved ones from the despair.
So don’t leave it to chance, don’t leave it to fate,
It’s your funeral—get your affairs in order, mate!

(Outro)
So here’s to life, and here’s to love,
But also to the plans you make above.
For when the time comes, and the tears are dried,
Your funeral insurance will be your pride.

Would you like any adjustments—more humor, a specific melody style, or a particular focus on sustainability (e.g., eco-friendly funerals)? Let me know!