Saturday, April 27, 2002 08:39 a.m.

Eternal Reefs
For people who really want to 'sleep with the fish.' DO NOT do this to me when I die, please! I don't even swim! I don't want fish pooping on my ashes!
From the web site:
"'The idea of having a reef as a place you can visit is much more comforting than a cemetery,' said Don Brawly president of Eternal Reefs Inc."
Uh, yeah, right.

Friday, April 26, 2002 05:22 a.m.

Hamlet
To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause

Sunday, April 14, 2002 7:00 a.m.

My Death

"Elizabeth"
"My death waits there among the flowers..." --Jacques Brel, "My Death"

Jacques Brel

Saturday, April 13, 2002 07:19 p.m.

The Mary Garden

"Vision"