I was brought up by very witty people who were dealing with quite difficult things: disease and death... I was brought up by people who tended to giggle at funerals.

Let no one weep for me or celebrate my funeral with mourning for I still live as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

I didn't attend the funeral but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and give me a certain dignity as if I were attending a state funeral or something. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it instead of carrying it.

I had a friend who was a clown. When he died all his friends went to the funeral in one car.

Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.