What do you want on your grave stone?
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Definitely a depressing thought. Actually, I wouldn't want anything except my name and birth/death dates. Only the people who knew me and wrote about me get to know of anything cute/clever things I said.
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I plan to be cremated after all organs viable for transplant are harvested from my corpse. But if my family were to erect some sort of memorial stone for me, it would be cool if they managed to get get Yeats' "The Wild Swans at Coole" onto it.
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
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"I will continue to live. For I do not live through my body no longer but through your memories and hearts. I will live through your children and your children's children. So long as I am never forgotten and that my legacy continues, then I will always be alive."
This will be on my grave stone when I die.
This will be on my grave stone when I die.
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I am the bone of my sword.
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, "Unlimited Blade Works".
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades.
Unknown to death.
Nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet, those hands will never hold anything.
So as I pray, "Unlimited Blade Works".
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I prefer to be cremated but if i can't get them to burn me then...
"Happy Birthday!"
because i don't want to grow too old and into a vegetable and because i want to die on my birthday.
"Happy Birthday!"
because i don't want to grow too old and into a vegetable and because i want to die on my birthday.
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del wrote...
I plan to be cremated after all organs viable for transplant are harvested from my corpse. But if my family were to erect some sort of memorial stone for me, it would be cool if they managed to get get Yeats' "The Wild Swans at Coole" onto it.And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
;_; Beautiful...
As for myself, I would also like to be cremated. However, I have a condition: Be cremated and then have my ashes casted off the peak of Mt. Fuji as the sun sets and wind blows my ashes away, past fog-like clouds and into a sky overbeared with hues of reds, oranges, and yellows. Once the sun sets completely, I will officially be gone.
If I get a tombstone/memorial stone, I want it to be in the shape of an angel except the head will be replaced with an awesome smiley and have some kind of epic poem like the one above. ^_^'
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From nothingness i was born and nothingness i shall return my bone will turn to dust my skin will rot and my mind will die. R.I.P said the alchemist
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An end is a beginning of another.
He wishes to remain in the memories of people on Earth forever.
Well lived life without regrets is worth an eternal contentment.
He wishes to remain in the memories of people on Earth forever.
Well lived life without regrets is worth an eternal contentment.