'I'm feeling a little better' were Nan's last words so it seemed fitting that they should be her epitaph in the famous graveyard of last words.

As I arrange her vase of flowers I smile, it is comforting here looking around and seeing the messages, so much humanity in those last words.

'Tell Bert I love him'

'Don't forget to feed the cat'

'Thanks my love'

Then the sad ones of those who didn't know.

'I won't be long just on the dual carriageway now'

But the grave I always avoid terrifies me, I know where it is, over there in the dark corner. No one weeds that neglected area because no one wants to read the simple message.

'Join me'

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