Hi List, Thought you would enjoy this. Carla Miles The Marion County Patriot, No. 45 Friday, November 20, 1908 Page Two Of Post-Mortem Praises I've noticed when a fellow dies, no matter what he's been - A saintly chap or one whose life was darkly steeped in sin - His friends forget the bitter words they spoke but yesterday, And now they find a multitude of pretty things to say. I fancy when I go to rest someone will bring to light Some kindly word or goodly act long buried out of sight; But, if it's all the same to you, just give to me instead The bouquets while I am living and the knocking when I'm dead. Don't save your kisses to imprint upon my marble brow, While countless maledictions are hurled upon me now; Say just one kindly word to me while I mourn here alone, And don't save all your eulogy to carve upon a stone! What do I care if when I'm dead the Bloomingdale Gazette Gives me a write-up with a cut in mourning border set? It will not flatter me a bit, no matter what is said, So kindly throw your bouquets now and knock me when I'm dead. It may be fine when one is dead, to have the folks talk so, To have the flowers come in loads from relatives you know; It may be nice to have these things for those you leave behind, But just so far as I'm concerned I really do not mind. I'm quite alive and well today and while I linger here, Lend me helping hand at times - give me a word of cheer. Just change the game a little bit; just kindly swap the decks, For I will be no judge of flowers when I've cashed the checks. New York Sun