Diamonique wrote her own death notice:
I don’t want no flowers. I don’t want no cards. No funeral, just a cremation and no one’s to come. Nothing. I’d like everyone to know that I hated them as much as they hated me. Burn all my stuff. No free handouts for my greedy relatives.
P.S. Guess what Diamonique? The family are having one hell of a party.
Weave a Web 
Uh-oh. I don’t want no funeral, no flowers, no cards, no music, just cremate me. I guess my family will be partying! (I hope so, anyhow.)
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But… dear friend… you must not cut off the ability to let others grieve… ! 😀 I always think it makes it difficult when they say “no flowers… no cards…” What else can you do? (I’m not trying to be difficult!) I have a distinct advantage – few family, few friends, no one who would come anyway to a funeral or send flowers or write a card…. I’d leave the lot to science if… (Damn it… not even that’s normal!)
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Controlling even after death
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Thanks, Derrick. Too true! and too common (if you ask me!)
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Burn baby, burn. Did she like The Strawbs?
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She wasn’t Part of the Union!
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Those were the days.
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You can’t take it with you and you can’t control your relatives!
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It’s in the DNA!
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Now I don’t know who is being the most wicked of the three: Diamonique, his relatives or the narrator.
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Hopefully the narrator – whoever she is…
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Sounds like she was worth celebrating – well the end of her, anyway.
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So often (I think) when they say “N.’s life will be celebrated at the funeral parlour on…” it’s too late!
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