Dentures of a Dead Man

I've always been fascinated by
The dentures of the dead
Not because they've been through so much,
But simply because I find it strange,
That after living in a mouth for so many years,
They eventually end up ownerless

The other day, my aunt told me
A story about the dentures
Of a dead man. She probably made it up,
But some parts of it still held up

Yes, now that I think about it again,
There weren't that many flaws to explain

There were some, though,
A few things that didn't quite go

For example, the man took his dentures
Out before he died
Why go on such adventures
Without your dentures by your side?

And I said, “Come on, Aunt.”
A complete logical inconsistency
Without dentures in their mouth?
Why would anyone want to make their final journey?

Other than that, there was nothing
Wrong with the story
The man liked lasagna,
And that was completely ordinary