Departure of the Witches (1878) Luis Ricardo Faléro

Better than Norman Lindsay

The Garden of Love

by William Blake 1757 – 1827

I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.

Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.

A little creepy

... but in the world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.

~ Benjamin Franklin 

Ben was a bright guy right? If that's what he believed in, it's got be a dead certainty. Armed with that knowledge, asked myself, how can I make some money. 

Offer tax avoidance advice? Considered too risky. 

Buy a morgue? Yuck. 

Invest in death? Yes!!!

This is when I discovered a little company called InvoCare. It was little, has grown quite a bit to be Asia-Pacific's largest private funeral, cemetery and crematorium operator. Ben was right after all...

And guess what, if Domino's can do it, InvoCare is going online. Relatives can design 'the event' and preview it online. They've even invested in HeavenAddress an online memorial that gets a million hits every year.

Maybe I'll go invest my allowance....

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