And if you come, when all the flowers are dying And I am dead, as dead I well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me. I'll also have the stone rigged up with a sensor and stereo, so that every visitor to my final resting place gets blasted with a version of the second verse of 'Danny Boy' that I shall commission Sonic Youth to perform. Their production notes will be 'loud and mopey'. That should sh!t up any visitors to my grave good and proper. Including Thurston and Kim.