When I die, my dear,
please play Leonard Cohen on the stereo,
scatter rose petals on the carpet,
light patchouli candles in every room.
There will be no funerals or services.
Let me be a fading memory,
as soon as I am gone.
Remember what you will
and allow the rest to remain unspoken.
In your quiet conversations
may gentle laughter be your solace.
This joy I bequeath to you
is the joy that will take me on.
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