That … be not told of my death, | |
Or made to grieve on account of me, | |
And that I be not buried in consecrated ground, | |
And that no sexton be asked to toll the bell, | |
And that nobody is wished to see my dead body, | |
And that no mourners walk behind me at my funeral, | |
And that no flowers be planted on my grave, | |
And that no man remember me, | |
To this I put my name. | |
— Thomas Hardy | |
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On This Day In: | |
2014 | It Matters |
2013 | And You Are? |
2012 | Not Too Late |
2011 | Persistence |
2009 | Health Care? |
Archive for August 4th, 2015
A Last Request
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