Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do
die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or
something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People
coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all
that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
~J.D.
Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, 1945
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