A godlier man, there never lived - br My dear old Uncle Fred, br And throngs should fill the funeral home br When word comes that he's dead. br br For the numbers at the funeral home br Are a measure of one's worth; br The sum of all the lives one's touched br While here upon the earth. br br But few will visit the funeral home br When my Uncle passes on, br For he's lived so long that those he's touched br Are already dead and gone.