When we die, please bury us deep,
Put our Pentiums at our feet.
Tell Bill Gates we've gone to rest and
Won't be back to beta test.
Put Monkey Island over our hearts,
Tell Lucas Arts, we just ain't smart.
Put Black Dahlia at our heads.
Tell Take2 we're glad we're dead.
Put our adventure games on our chests,
Tell the programmers we did our best.
Then lay our Visa bills at our sides,
For THAT'S the reason that we died...
(I get bored riding in cars)