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February 12, 2007

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Bill S.

That wasn't much of a hint, was it? But I sort of guessed it just because one of those things was not like the others. Plus, the cemetery in Paris where Wilde is buried is overcrowded, and I can't imagine Mozzer spending his death mouldering in Indiana with Dean. And Keats and Yeats weren't given particularly ringing endorsements in the song you mentioned.

jill

I'm a little bummed to hear that Moz isn't putting anything clever on his headstone. It just seems like he should.

Duncan Murrell

All right! A Morrissey epitaph thread!:

"You must be looking very old tonight."

"Now you know the truth about me you won't see me anymore."

"I'm feeling very sick and ill today. But I'm still fond of you, uh ho ho."

"I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear."

"The sycophantic slags all say, 'I knew him first, and I knew him well."

"Because you're evil, and you lied, and if you should die, I may feel slightly sad, but I won't cry."

"Loved and lost. And some may say: When usually it's nothing, surely you're happy it should be this way? I said 'No.' And then I shot myself. So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight. From the one you left behind. From the one you left behind...."

"And the pain was enough to make a shy, bald buddhist reflect and plan a mass murder. Who said I lied to her?"

"Love, peace and harmony? Oh, very nice, very nice, very nice, very nice. But maybe in the next world."

"OK, Stephen? Do that again?"

"Your youth may be gone but you're still a young man. So phone me, phone me, phone me, so phone me, phone me, phone me...."

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