Think what you like
Express whatever you feel
A funeral without a God?
Is it not just as real?

Did they live a good life?
Did someone hold them dear?
If they died a nice person
Aren't they entitled to be here?

The flames which consume them
makes all bodies ash but
Souls and spirits cannot burn
And can't be bought for cash.

Sing songs if you wish to
Speak verses and some rhyme
Cry and mourn freely
For there is no next time.

We gather for the send off
of someone we all knew
Sceptics also need nice places
to wish gone friends adieu.

Vibrant colours of stained glass
Old wood beams and seats
Candlelight and fresh flowers
Gives an aura which completes.

Churches' often have the best sites
With gardens meant to cheer
Solemnity is inbuilt
And we enter without fear.

If this God is any good
He (or she) won't grouse
If some doubters also assemble
Inside this holy house.