His name was Tom Tombstone, and if he had a middle name it was probably Death. But I didn’t call him Tom, or even Mr. Tombstone, because he introduced himself as Robert Winston. And I wondered how this stranger could shake my hand, look me in the eye, smile, and expect me to believe such a bold-faced lie?
Written on her tombstone: "I told you I was sick.
I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment'.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.