reminds me of an old joke....

One day a sailor, while bringing flowers to a cemetery to place by the grave of a departed friend, noticed an old Chinese man placing a bowl of rice on a nearby grave.

The sailor walked up to the man and with a smirk on his face, asked,

"When do you expect your friend to come up and eat the rice?"

The old Chinese man replied with a smile, "Same time your friend comes up to smell the flowers."

When I am dead, you may do as you wish...sing to me, offer me pie, but I doubt very much that it will make any difference....I expect to be very quiet forever.