When I am dead my dearest:

When I am dead, my dearest, 

sing no sad songs for me;

Plant thou no roses at my head, 

Nor shady cypress tree: 

Be the green grass above me

with showers and dewdrops wet;

And if thou wilt remember

and if thou wilt forget.

. . . . By Christian Rossetti

The following is a poem I wrote in response to the little ditty you read earlier. I thought it was time to share it. 

When I am dead my dearest, 

sing nothing but Gaga to me. 

and maybe some Katy Perry

but nothing by JB

And while you are at it, 

plant deep two palm tress

so you can sway in a hammock

right above me

thank you.