"Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody."
But we will mourn you and be grateful that you wrote your words and be glad they are etched on our lives~
This is how I feel exactly--this second, this afternoon--when we are expecting up to a foot of snow tonight:
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. --Holden Caulfield, Catcher in the Rye