Don't put me in one of those

When I die

Don’t keep me in a box

Don’t put me in the ground

Or mark my resting place with a giant granite headstone

Don’t cover me with gravel hemmed in by a little granite wall

And whatever the fuck you do,

Don’t arrange cheap tat on my grave

I am not a garden ornament showroom

Or a graveyard for artificial flowers

I don’t like the company of statues

I need no instructions for mourners to ‘pray here’

Or to summarise my life with a pithy ever-positive statement

Burn me to ashes and bring me home

Sprinkle me into the surf and let me swim forever

Mix me with wild flower seed and sow me in a meadow

Name a bench after me with a view of the sunset

But don’t ever bury me in a box, cover me in granite, and surround me with cheap tat