posted on Nov, 11 2006 @ 12:21 PM
I'd like my gravestone to have a mechanical hand that would pop out of the ground every time someone steps on my grave. I'd also like to have some
hidden speakers play the words "THE BELL TOLLS FOR YOU!" every time the mechanical hand came out.
My epitaph would read something like this:
Beloved father, husband, and son.
A prankster and joker to the very end.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)