Don’t strew me with roses after I’m dead

  • Do not pass by my epitaph, traveler.
    But having stopped, listen and learn, then go your way.
    There is no boat in Hades, no ferryman Charon,
    No caretaker Aiakos, no dog Cerberus.
    All we who are dead below
    Have become bones and ashes, but nothing else.
    I have spoken to you honestly, go on, traveler,
    Lest even while dead I seem loquacious to you. – Roman Tombstone
  • All good is hard. All evil is easy. Dying, losing, cheating, and mediocrity is easy. Stay away from easy. – Scott Alexander
  • when we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings. – Sogyal Rinpoche
  • Don’t strew me with roses after I’m dead.
    When Death claims the light of my brow,
    No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
  • You may give me my roses now! – Thomas F. Healey