I’ve made four lists.
The first contains the names of people who if they try to get up and make a speech at my wake (and it’s going to be one hell of a blowout), throw the fuckers out the door, who let them in in the first place?
The second list contains the names of people who mean well but grow maudlin. Let them speak, but encourage them to be brief.
The third list is made up of people I’ve loved passionately. They may say and do whatever they please, even those who denounce me.
The fourth list consists of people who have a deep understanding of my writing. Demand complete silence if any of them should choose to speak, although most of them won’t, and the best of them won’t even show up.
No matter where you scatter my ashes, it’s in their dreams that the gray dust will settle.