I don't think most people know what's going to be in their obituary, but I do.
I know if I were to drop dead now, people would probably write nice things in the obit.
When I go down into the ground at last, as God is my judge, I pray my best-beloved may have better to say of me than, "He didn't hit me."
There is an ancient saying among men that you cannot thoroughly understand the life of mortals before the man has died, then only can you call it good or bad.
The conscience of the dying belies their life.
When the 'Guardian' is commissioning writers to write obituary pieces about you and your career... it doesn't get much nastier than that. And you've just got to go, 'It doesn't actually matter.'
If I had five minutes to live, I don't think I'd be bothered singing a song. I'd be dead, so it won't really matter. I'd have a glass of wine and a cigarette.
Just before she died she asked, What is the answer? No answer came. She laughed and said, In that case, what is the question? Then she died.
I don't know what they'll say when I die. I don't give a damn, but they'll probably cry.
Only on the edge of the grave can man conclude anything.
