Rough Draft Epitaph

So many important people have died this year, I thought it best to have at least a rough draft of an epitaph on record in case I need one. I feel fine, but you never know. Ergo:

HERE LIES THE FROST
man under ground.
His hair was long,
his belly round.
He lived quite long
for the risks he took,
but never did manage
to write that book.