After Death

Beautiful people
Dancing, prancing about.
Hormones are boiling over the pot
Sex is served in the bathroom
The wine is to die for
And so was just that later that evening
People rushed to the scene
And their it was just laying there
It didn't move its arms to hug or hold
Nor it's legs to dance.
It was just a "lifeless" body.
This petrified the people to relies that they will be deprived of the joys of life during death.
The thought of that is to insane for them to even accept!
So they invent their own comfort  called the "afterlife".
Ah, the afterlife! full  of the joys of life here minus the horrors of which it so rudely brings!
Theirs no need to fear death any longer!
Let's just enjoy this lovely wine!
Its truly meant to die for!