Parroting the Coffin

Having some time to kill, I wandered about a certain antiques shop in North Yorkshire. There, on a table, lay a miniature coffin, upon which was an explanation. It might have done for a commedic sketch show, for there is certainly some dark humour therein:

Made for a parrot that outlived the owner

The African Grey can live up to sixty years, but this owner, assuming he would be around for longer than his pet, was caught off guard. I suspect he had not made ready his own coffin, much less his soul which would stand before its Maker to give account. How well we prepare for weddings and not marriages, for funerals but not deaths, for pets but not selves.  

Time is now fleeting, the moments are passing,
passing from you and from me;
shadows are gathering, deathbeds are coming,
coming for you and for me.

Come home, come home;
you who are weary come home;
earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling,
calling, O sinner, come home!

-Will Thompson, 1880 Softly and Tenderly