Is there something about Lutherans and death?

I was just thinking about some old songs my dad learned during camp as a child  that we used to sing on long drives back in the ‘70s when my sister and I were children. There seems to be a recurring theme that makes me wonder why you’d teach these to kids. The ‘50s must have been a really different time. Maybe there are some more modern children’s songs that are equally morbid, but not having kids I wouldn’t know...

Sweet Rosie O’Grady
She was a seamstress by birth
She got tired of living
And decided to leave this earth

So she ate a tape measure
But dying by inches was hard
So she went out in the garden
And lay down and died by the yard

Away out in the forest
There lived a mean old man
His name was Mr. Johnny Rebeck
And he could surely plan
All the neighbors’ cats and dogs
Were always at his feet
So he invented a machine
That turned them all to meat

Hey Mr. Johnny Rebeck,
How could you be so mean
We told you you’d be sorry
For inventing that machine
All the neighbors’ cats and dogs
Will never more be seen
They’ve all been ground to sausages
In Johnny Rebeck’s machine

One day a boy came walking,
He walked into the store
He bought a pack of sausages
And placed them on the floor
Then he began to whistle,
He whistled up a tune
And all the little sausages,
They danced around the room

Hey Mr. Johnny Rebeck,
How could you be so mean
We told you you’d be sorry
For inventing that machine
All the neighbors’ cats and dogs
Will never more be seen
They’ve all been ground to sausages
In Johnny Rebeck’s machine

One day the darn thing busted,
The darn thing wouldn’t go
So Johnny Rebeck climbed inside
To see what made it so
His wife she had a nightmare
While walking in her sleep
She gave the crank a great big yank
And Johnny Rebeck was meat

Hey Mr. Johnny Rebeck,
How could you be so mean
We told you you’d be sorry
For inventing that machine
All the neighbors’ cats and dogs
Will never more be seen
They’ve all been ground to sausages
In Johnny Rebeck’s machine

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