Gently down the stream of time..Ed Trickett. And, the last few lines of William Cullen Bryants Thannatopsis.
...So live, that when your summons comes to join that innumerable caravan that moves to that mysterious realm, where each shall take his place in the silent halls of death, thou go, not like the quarry slave at night, scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained by an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave like one who wraps the covers of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

And on my head stone: I knew if I lived long enough, something like this would happen.