My Death Wonders

I feel like I can't breathe,
Like I'm drowning in the air,
I feel so weak and vulnerable,
This feeling is rare.

I feel like in trapped,
Underneath some impenetrable ice,
I have to say this feeling
Is really not very nice.

If I die will I be remembered ?
Will Opuss care at all?
Will everyone come to my funeral?
The small medium and tall?

Will my body be hidden from sight?
Tossed away carelessly,
Only to be found,
Then thrown away unnecessarily?

Or will it all be formal?
Coffin, now and tie,
Everyone speaking words,
Wishing I hadn't died?

Has anyone else wondered
How they are going to die?
Will they turn up as a ghost,
Or happily in the grave lie?