Huuu, jag klarar inte riktigt av sådant...
...men om vi ändå pratar sorgliga dikter när djuren gått bort vill jag ändå lägga in denna, jag vet tyvärr inte vem som skrivit den.
Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am a gentle Autumns rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am the birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there.... I did not die
Don't argue with idiots, they will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.