In Vino Veritas

In wine, is wisdom.

On the day I expire
Bury me in a winery,
My bones six foot drunk
With all my life's finery.
They say there is wisdom in wine.
So bury me a wise man,
Sans teeth, sans eyes,
Sans everything, my blood
Will make a poor vintage for the worms.
Like boxed wine for the afterlife.
Drink me with the ashes
Swirl me around your palette
And spit me into your cup.
Was I always this bitter and flavourless?
I thought I would ripen with age,
But I have become vinegar
Good for condiments and little else.