Written at Glennifer Lake-April 30, 1996

Do not weep for me my friends
When that final sunset dims
Prepare for me no flowered altars
And please sing no hallowed hymns

Turn my tired old bones to ashes
Put them in a coffee can
Then take me to my hallowed woods
And just follow out this plan:

A spoonful there beneath a pine
My favourite kind of tree
Another take to Phylis Lake
Oh yes, that will please me

Another on my corner
In good old Caroline
So I can watch that crazy town
That never quite was mine

Another drop on Corkscrew
Just to give my wife a thrill
And another north of Eckville
On my favourite lookout hill

On the old Clearwater River
In my favourite camping spot
Where memories of old flood in
That would sure please me a lot

Go and scatter some on Kootenay Plains
Where the native spirits sleep
And the rest to the Pacific
With our parents in the deep

When you visit all these places
You will hear me in the breeze
In the laughing sound the river makes
And among the great tall trees

In these places you will find me
Here my spirit will be strong
And in here will be my altar
And in here will live my song!