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  • Prompt:

    Every time I try to die one of my kids needs something. I’m 95 years old thinking I’m taking my last breath and my son comes in to tell me we are out of fruit roll ups in the style of Patsy Cline.

  • Image:

    One Last Breath (And Fruit Roll-Ups)
  • Description:

    In this animated scene, an elderly woman is lying on the ground, appearing to be dead. However, she is not truly dead, as she is just pretending to be. The woman is surrounded by a few other people, including a child who is looking at her. The room they are in has a dining table and a chair, suggesting that they might be in a kitchen or dining area. The overall atmosphere of the scene is light-hearted and humorous, as the woman is playfully pretending to be dead while the others go about their business.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: One Last Breath (And Fruit Roll-Ups)
    Tags: Country, Torch-Lounge, Storytelling
    
    [Verse 1]
    I lay down soft on the kitchen floor,
    Breathin’ slow, like I won’t breathe no more,
    My eyes drift shut, it’s my grand ol’ goodbye,
    The angels waitin’, wings spread in the sky.
    
    [Chorus]
    But just as I float into sweet, sweet peace,
    A voice yells loud, my moment won’t release,
    \"Mama, we’re outta them fruit roll-ups again!\"
    So I rise from the grave with a sigh and a grin.
    
    [Verse 2]
    I’ve lived ninety-five and seen it all,
    Wars and weddings, winter’s fall,
    But every time I try to rest my soul,
    Somebody needs snacks, bless their little foal.
    
    [Chorus]
    Yeah just when I think it’s time to let go,
    To leave this world with a soft southern glow,
    My boy comes in with that look of despair,
    “Where’s the snacks, Ma? This pantry’s bare!”
    
    [Bridge]
    I’d planned a grand exit, in style, with grace,
    But I’m stuck in this house, in the same ol’ place,
    God’s callin’, but my kids still shout,
    Lord help me, I just can’t clock out!
    
    [Chorus]
    Every goodbye’s been rudely denied,
    By a craving, a tantrum, or some kid outside,
    And every time I go to meet my fate,
    They need juice boxes. So I wait.
    
    [Outro]
    I’ll rest when the snacks are fully supplied,
    When no toddler cries, and no fridge runs dry,
    But until that day, I’ll keep playing the part—
    Ghost of a mama with a too-tender heart.
    
    [End]