Written as a set of instructions for one's own funeral, this short piece sounds more like a party invitation than a farewell. The speaker asks for "a merry rump" to carry the body to the grave, a cheeky phrase that mixes a joke about backsides with the idea of a cheerful, ragtag group of pallbearers. Death is treated lightly, even playfully.
The meal that follows gets just as much attention. The speaker wants it eaten "below the buttery / church of money," which seems to poke fun at a grand, wealthy, perhaps self-satisfied church, and prefers instead a "secluded grave" for dining. The odd final image of the "horse of the house" is hard to pin down. It might mean a favourite animal, or something more symbolic, and the poem leaves that open.
The mood is irreverent, warm and a little surreal. The speaker seems to want laughter, food and company rather than solemn ritual or show.