NOT NOW, GODDAMMIT! Actually, I have no idea. Never thought about it.
I saw a great inscription on an ornate headstone in a Key West graveyard that I think I would be appropriate to have on mine, if I have one. It’s from Shakespeare’s The Tempest. It’s the best and truest thing he ever wrote:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air.
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself—
Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
A few feet away in the same yard, is a stone that reads:
I told you I was sick!
Key West is a funny place.