Daddy Was an Undertaker
- Jeff Jackson
- Sep 30, 2023
- 1 min read
Daddy Was an Undertaker
© 2020 Jeff Jackson
He put the “fun” in funeral
When folks were sad,
he’d humor all
A cemetery wonder-maker
Daddy was an undertaker
Some folks think behind the black tie
The white shirt and the grim smile
He might be a rather sad guy
Then you’d see a twinkle in his eye
And even though you’d be mid-cry
He might tell you something wry
Story ‘bout a priest and rabbi
Before you know it, you feel alright
Tending grief was his first mission
Made a hell of a mortician
Fine reception hunger-taker
Daddy was an undertaker
He made sure you had the best
Every stranger treated as a guest
Your dead loved one finely dressed
Take away your family stress
Quiet demeanor he possessed
By all accounts, he passed the test
Your loved one peacefully at rest
But you’re the one who’d be blessed
Don’t think he could be much calmer
Southeast’s number one embalmer
Ease the biggest thunder-quaker
Daddy was an undertaker
Step outside, you’d hear him coughing
Secretly planning his own coffin
Wouldn’t speak about it often
His own death he couldn’t soften
Toss some dirt at the graveside
Friends and family all wave bye
And there stands another ‘taker
Daddy was an undertaker.
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