I would rather have one little rose From the garden of a friend Than to have the choicest flowers When my stay on earth must end. I would rather have one plesant word In kindness said to me Than flattery when my heart is still And life has ceased to be. I would rather have a loving smile From friends I know are true Then tears shed round my casket When this world I've bid adieu. Bring me all your flowers today Whether pink, or white, or red; I'd rather have one blossom now Than a basketful when I'm Dead.

~Author Unknown