Two old saws have just made their way into my conscience. They're from two utterly different races that I nonetheless identify a lot with (even though I have no racial heritage to one of them).
The first is an old Irish toast: "May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
The second is a Gypsy saying: "When I die, bury me standing because I've spent my whole life on my knees."
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my grandfather had the irish benediction written on a rock, (from ireland, I presume) which lived in his study as a paper weight. He probably isn't in heaven, although I hope he is.
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