Cultists On Board

Cook was nearly deaf,
 was a sterling chef
 though he did enjoy
 his drink.
 He died how he lived,
 with his whisk and sieve
 and his head inside
 the sink.
 Tony was the mate.
 He was 28.
 Was the finest friend
 I had.
 Run through with a sword
 and tossed overboard.
 Who is gonna tell
 his dad?
 It's no big surprise.
 Everybody dies.
 That's small consolation to me now.
 Chin up, buttercup, when your number's up.
 Now my life is flashing right before my teary world-weary eyes.
 Steven, Kat, the rest
 trapped inside the mess
 won't go down without
 a fight.
 Burning through the lock,
 you're in for a shock
 when the petrol drums
 ignite.
 It's no big surprise.
 Everybody dies.
 Though this isn't quite the way that I thought I would go.
 Seems my number's up.
 Why should I be different from the rest?
 The deal's the same for everybody. Everybody dies.