The 109th death.
[Text by Padmaja Iyengar; photo by Wonderbook of Records International]
A Riff-Raff’s Epitaph
I sit down to write my epitaph,
In a few words; not a paragraph.
I try putting some words on paper,
But they vanish like water vapour!
I then tried to analyze,
And came to realize,
That I’m just a riff-raff,
Undeserving of an epitaph.
Amidst a growth of unruly weed,
My epitaph shall thus aptly read:
“Here lies a silly, stupid riff-raff,
Who doesn’t need an epitaph”
Our Self-Written Obituaries invites people to write their obituary in 200 words. The idea is to share with the world how you will like to be remembered after you are gone. (May you live a long life, of course!) Please mail me your self-obit at firstname.lastname@example.org.