Don't ever tell anybody anything.
If you do, you start missing everybody.

Grand. There's a word I really hate.
It's a phoney. I could puke every time I hear it.

I hope to hell that when I do die
somebody has the sense to just dump me
in the river or something.
Anything except sticking me
in a goddam cemetary.
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.

- Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye,
J.D.SALINGER.

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