...no to any blondes out there, I didn't die, YET...

Came with no fanfare,
not did many seem to care,
I did go without flair,
following many others, my soul flittered into the air,
went out without a whimper,
to a new place I could call my lair,
not a cold hole in the ground,
started my journey there,
with a bonfire to celebrate my passing,
towards wherever I might be bound,
I died with my boots on and a smile on my face,
I lived the best I could considering the circumstance,
and so I died the same just a matter of happenstance,
don’t of me mourn, for of you I would not,
happy for me be, for of you I would too,
if you must cry do it in happiness,
do so without care,
and don’t in memories at my ashes stare,
I wouldn’t at you either stare nor feel your death unfair,
I would revel in your passing, and drink to your death,
That is how I would treat your last breath…