Ooh. More poets should do appropriate death poems... well, I'm sure most of them have. This is what I would recite if I visited particular graves. Mwahahahaha:

Tennyson: "Crossing the Bar"
Coleridge: "Human Life: On the Denial of Immortality"
Keats: "When I Have Fears"
Shelley: "Lines"
Wordsworth: Oh, he's not really a death-y writer. It'd have to be a Lucy poem.


Of course Oscar would have adored glitter. It would probably have been his signature rather than the lily. Hee.