When I die bury me in tattered robes beneath the ground from which my tulips shall grow
When I die feel neither pain nor anguish but in a lilac hue feel peace and spirituality
When I die bathe me in milk and marigold petals caress my skin with tender hands
When I die perform not a religious dispute but a colourful celebration of a life fully lived
and When I die share my works of art my poems and portraits my thoughts and visions everything that I am everything that I was and everything that I dreamt to be