Humour

Virtual Death 
Oh God; Release me from this web page. 
Since death my life's in a computerised cage. 
Instead ofburying meunderground, 
Below a headstone, or at least a mound, 
Or allowing my body in fire to burn, 
Then putting the ashes in an urn, 
They placed body and soul on a transmuting grid 
And now my whole essence on a web page is hid. 
So it is that I get no rest, 
As I'm trapped in a hard drive as you might have guessed. 
So if when surfing for whatever you seek, 
Quickly delete me so that I can sleep.