Epitaph

I found this auto-epitaph this morning as I was digging through some old text files looking for a couple of hundred whimsical words I wrote a while back. I'll have to keep looking for the other text. I remember roughly what it was about, but not enough of the content to easily search for it.

This is the grave of Virgil Keys
Who wanted us his corpse to freeze
In case one day a cure they find
For death, the master of mankind.
But his estate remains in debt
And creditors pursue us yet.
He over-spent on worldly joys,
On holidays and costly toys.
His soul, I guess, to hell was sent
I wonder where his body went.