Dying elegantly, graciously, memorably... I'm turning my thoughts and the efforts of the research team (thanks guys, sure you'll land proper jobs once I'm gone...) to this important topic.
Meanwhile the slow progress on the funeral-planning is worrying. Time is running out. Each step we take is towards the grave etc, etc...
So what is the worst poem about death?
I've always loathed honey-addict Rupert Brooke and his noble corner-bagging. Not in my back paddock, mate. It's full up!
And the worst song about death? Seasons in the Sun? Knocking on Heaven's Door?
Suggestions, please, for planning an anti-funeral...
