…not unlike a serving of escargot.
Mourners are asked to send lemon drawn butter in liou of flowers.
If you want something a bit more muscial, and are willing to try some lyrical adaptation, you could try
It would take someone cleverer than I to take up the baton and adapt it, but the idea of a crab ‘dancing in stilettos is the snow’ really cracks me up! 
The wake was held, and it was lovely. We played music, sat around a table, read eulogies, and drank the night away.
Thank you all for your contributions- I read them and we raised glasses in your honor.
That would be a great sig line.
Anyone else have an image of Homer eating Pinchy?
Here lies Ceilidh
Wasn’t she sweet
Too large to flush
Too small to eat
This is worthy of Jack Handy. Brilliant!
LC