My hope is that, when I die, no one thinks, let alone inscribes in stone, that I am at last fulfilling my potential.
In my local churchyard there's a stone (18th-century) to the memory of a local character who was extremely large but a great dancer. The inscription is in verse and ends thus: Lay lightly on him, earth, for none than he,Though great his girth, trod more lightly on thee.
That's wonderful, Nige. We won't be seeing the like of that ever again, I fear.
Truly lovely, F 'n' N. Five will get you ten the local character's name was "Tiny."This makes me wonder if I'm the only one who has written the words I want engraved on whatever it is they engrave when cremains are involved — my urn? I know what I will have there; but, you shall either have to wait till I kick the bucket or drown me in it (unless others go first, that is).