When I die

Don’t keep me in a box Don’t put me in the ground Or mark my resting place with a giant granite headstone Don’t cover me with gravel hemmed in by a little granite wall

And whatever the fuck you do, Don’t arrange cheap tat on my grave I am not a garden ornament showroom Or a graveyard for artificial flowers I don’t like the company of statues I need no instructions for mourners to ‘pray here’ Or to summarise my life with a pithy ever-positive statement

Burn me to ashes and bring me home Sprinkle me into the surf and let me forever swim Mix me with wild flower seed and sow me in a meadow Name a bench after me with a view of the sunset

But don’t ever bury me in a box cover me in granite and surround me with cheap tat