Now, assumptively thinking, here’s what our epitaphs would read in accordance to one’s personality and characteristics. And yes, I know many of us would be cremated instead of being buried but then, who cares when one’s finished.This Actually, ahem.....includes mine also..infact it's the very first one.
‘I swam the seven oceans, I was a fucking swim champ but the jelly-fish thought otherwise.’
- Rakesh Mahato.
‘I told you I was sick. I thought you understood my missed call. Phone calls and text messages are expensive.’
- Abhishek Mukherjee.
‘The undiscovered country, from whose bourn; no traveller returns.’
- Kimaya Joshi.
‘Here lies the body of Anurag Kotoky, done to death by a banana. It wasn’t the fruit that laid him low, but the skin of the thing that made him go. Oye Kela.’
- Anurag Kotoky.
‘A gentleman and a gentle man, ultimately remained gentle. His last words- Uffo.’
- Baharul Islam.
‘Is death the final sleep or the final awakening? What’s my point? What’s my point? Oh fuck, I asked the question twice. Only twice.’
- Hitesh Iplani.
‘She did it the hard way.’
- Mira Shankar.
‘At least I died a feminist way defending women.’
- Ruhi Sakkari.
‘We don’t know life; how can we know death?’
- Nancy Muyon.
‘Hee hee-haw. Hee hee. I’m still giggling.’
- Rita Ganguly.
‘Gone, but not forgiven.’
- Terence Mezhu.
‘In my entire life, I dressed as though Stevie Wonder was my personal designer.’
- Ved Prakash.
‘So we must part, my body (my bazooka), you and I; who have spent so many pleasant years together. It’s sorry to lose your company, who clove to me so close.’
- Vincent Lazarius.
Disclaimer-
Some of the words have been drafted from Hamlet and RD. Anyway, no offence to anyone. If offended, then great, thank you.
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