I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.

PLAY JOLLY MUSIC AT MY FUNERAL I’ve taken in recent years to thinking about my funeral and have decided to make one paramount request: play jolly music at that ritual. What good does it do to heap on dirges or other mournful melodies? I won’t be there to be gratified by the grieving and if I could tune in I’d be happier to see those present have some relief. Dixieland would be nice. Joplin would be fine. Something by Fats Waller would certainly do. Those early jazzmen knew what they were up to when they set about making funeral marches swing. So swing me away, please, with a rousing tune. BY RICHARD GREENE AND WE DID MATT, THOUGH IT WAS THE WHO, PULP,DIXIE CHICKS AND BILLY JOEL, REFLECTING YOUR ECLECTIC TASTE IN MUSIC!

You can shed tears that MATT is gone, or you can smile because he has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all that MATT has left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember MATT and only that he’s gone, or you can cherish his memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what MATT would want: SMILE, OPEN YOUR EYES, LOVE AND GO ON.