My place is neat and clean, there are no locks on the gate. It is a quiet area of town. So why does no one visit me? My new address was given to all, even put an ad in the local paper. People took a note - surely they can't have forgotten it? Days turn to months - still no one comes. I start to wonder, has everyone moved away and in their haste forgotten to say. But wait . . . Someone is coming up the path ... It's Stevie and Theresa - I have not seen them for quite a while. They are carrying something in a bag. Selfishly I wonder can it be for me? If it is, what can it be? It is for me: there is a bunch of flowers inside. They are laid on my grave . . .