This blogger lost a personal hero this week.
Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 20
Holden Caulfield said he didn't care if a good-bye was sad or bad, but when he left a place he wanted to know that he had left it. I hope it was a good good-bye, Mr. Salinger. No flowers from me, just gratitude.