I do not want a bench

From time to time I think about how I want to be remembered when I die. I don’t much like talking about me dying because I plan to live a very long and healthy life. Apart from how people will think of you, or speak about you, things happen in the very important few days after that I think we should all have a say in.

I do not want a bench. Those ones that you see in parks. “How softly the river flows…” “In memory of…” “You will be missed” and so on. The river walk from Surbiton to Kingston, as I discovered this weekend, is a very pleasant one…but there was a certain distraction that I could not acclimatise to. Bench after bench after bench of the aforementioned variety. I thought to myself, most definitively, I do not want a bench.