I’ve been thinking lately about what they’ll put on my tombstone. “Here lies Alice,” it’ll start, “she went to university and held a job.” Or maybe, “Here lies Alice, she paid her parking tickets on time.” Or how about, “Here lies Alice, she really was a natural blonde.”
Beloved. Cherished. Dearly departed.
Yeah, me and everyone else.
I’ve been thinking lately that I’d like my tombstone left blank. Just “Here lies Alice” wherever they plant my cold dead corpse. As for the rest?
You’ll never know.