National Embalming School

(to the tune of "O Tannenbaum", mostly)

We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.

We do our best to give you rest, National Embalming School.

And when you die, we'll dig a hole, and bury you so deep and cold.

We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.

Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem, autopsy we must have.

Post mortem, post mortem, post mortem, autopsy we must have.

Cut! Slash! Gash! Bleed! We must know the reason.

Glory how the body stinks! It must be out of season.

We live for you, we die for you, National Embalming School.