My eyes fell on this excerpt while I was reading yesterday.

"All my life I've had a fascination with what's written on grave markers. (I call it Charlie's cemetery collection.) Some are pensive, others provocative. Many are solemn, but a few of them are humorous. My favorite? On a small country church tombstone someone had carved the poem:

As you are now
So once was I
As I am now
You soon will be.
Prepare to die
And follow me.

Somber, for sure. But some wag had scratched under the heavy verse:

To follow you I'm not content
Until I know which way you went."