Many years ago I did think about this. When I was deep into my alcoholism and highly depressed. I often thought about dying and came up with this epithet.
Brett, died of a broken heart.
What would I like now? Think I will go for cremation and have ashes sprinkled on the wind.
Born 1947
Died 2047
You want to live to reach 100 years. Plenty of years left for you to enjoy.
As long as I can enjoy them
I suppose it depends who you think might read it …
I’ll just go for …
She came.
She saw.
Was conquered.
Seriously. Not bothered. You live on in people’s memories or you don’t and leave no trace behind. Even Mozart only merited a pauper’s grave. Sad old world isn’t it.
“I told you I was ill”
Yes, here one moment, gone the next. It is rather sad.
To be honest I don’t think I care whether or not I have a headstone. I’d rather have a tree planted over my grave. A magnolia perhaps, to give people something of beauty to look at in the darkest days of the year.
I saw a nice one in Bath Cathedral which said “He was the best of fathers”
Personally I don’t care what they write as I shall be dead, anyway I have tod my kids - cremation only, no service, no flowers, have a big wake. What they do with the ashes is up to them.
Haven’t ever thought about it. Not planning to start thinking about it at the moment.
I’m behind you…
How’s about. . . I have you surrounded.
we have a memory forrest up on the moors near us where we have walked for so many years, a tree will be planted there with my ashes
She tried her best…or maybe I’ll do it tomorrow
“Stop eyeballing me and sling yer Hook”
Beneath this sod lies another
I am definitely leaving via the big chimney so no headstone, but I have plenty of grandchildren, so will be remembered for ages as the whacky musician with a wicked sense of humour always up for a laugh
Wonderful way to be remembered by family and friends for many years.
Sod off,i`m having a lie in.