Glad to have been of assistance. On a similar theme, I want this poem read at my funeral:
"What does Reincarnation mean?"
A guy once asked his friend.
His pal replied, "It happens when
Your life has reached its end.
They comb you hair, and wash you neck,
And clean your fingernails,
And lay you in a padded box
Away from life's travails."
"The box and you goes in a hole,
That's been dug into the ground.
Reincarnation then starts when
You’re planted beneath a mound.
Those clods melt down, just like your box,
And you who is inside.
And then you’re just beginning on
Your transformation ride."
"In a while, the grass'll grow
Upon your rendered mound.
Till some day on your worn out grave
A lonely flower’s found.
And say a horse should wander by
And graze upon this flower
That once was you, but now's become
Your vegetative power."
"The flower that the horse did eat
And with his other feed,
Makes bone, and fat, and muscle
Essential to the steed,
But some is left that he can't use
And so it passes through,
And finally lays upon the ground
This thing, that once was you."
"Then say, by chance, I wander by
And see this upon the ground,
And I ponder, and I wonder at,
This object that I found.
I think of reincarnation,
Of life and death, and such,
And come away concluding: mate,
You ain't changed all that much