Miss Muffet’s not here today. She told me that she had an appointment with her shrink this afternoon, something about dealing with her arachnophobia for once and for all. And oh, by the way Mr. Longlegs, be careful, I hear that it’s supposed to rain this afternoon.
What would I want you to put by my grave? Flowers, beautiful but temporary? What momentos of my life? Perhaps it’s the fact that someone cares enough to visit the cemetery, and not what they leave beside my grave, that is important. With a little luck, I still have time to ponder this.
May goodness and mercy follow you all the days of your life.
And may all your deaths be allegorical.