♫ When the pale axeman strikes his blow,
And takes the warm life from my breast,
Plant by my grave a sapling Oak
And violets of azure crest.

The oaken shaft, the oaken shaft-my staff,
The flowers my epitaph,
The oaken shaft, the oaken shaft-my staff,
The flowers my epitaph.♫

as sung by Utah Phillips (his tune to a poem)

...seems a good attitude to me....except for the 'grave' bit - I don't want a 'location' forever. The oak and flowers can be anywhere...and if anyone remembers why they're there, well fine.

I guess I need to think about it...but like Alice, I have way too much 'stuff' to be going soon..*grin*....I need to give my son a fighting chance and dispose of some of the more...ummmm...'arcane' items in the next 10 years.

   It's funny about being in my 60s and becoming aware that I need to consider these things....'cause I was just getting the hang of it all.

"Youth is a wonderful thing....too bad it is wasted on the young"