POEM OF THE DAY -- "Boy..." By J.D. Salinger
By J.D. Salinger
When you're dead, they really fix you up.
I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough
to just dump me in the river or something.
Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.
People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday,
and all that crap.
Who wants flowers when you're dead?