"I hope to hell that when I die, somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a god damn cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?"
- the cather in the rye, J.D. Salinger
I remember reading this in middle school and I'm pretty sure my teachers then, told me he was already dead. Apparently, no one really knew until he really was dead as of yesterday. ninty-one, it's interesting how a person who influenced literature in the past hundred years could get away living such a recluse life in comparison to meaningless celebrities who seem to hinder our every decision and thought.