Into this Universe, and Why not knowing,
Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.
~ from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Although really I'd rather just not be in a cemetery or even a coffin.
I'd like to be wrapped in a shroud and buried unmarked on our farm with an avocado tree planted
and growing tall and fecund from my nutrients.