Her last words “I’ll see you in hell, and I’ll save you all a seat.”
She was cremated, her ashes in salt shakers to spread around.
But no matter how hard we shook, nothing came out.
Even in death, she was at her coarsest.
We had to transfer the ashes to pepper grinders.
Walking around the park, spreading her around.
Like a goddamed Olive Garden, we were.
Nobody said anything.
What was the point?
She doesn’t care what we say after she’s dead.
Didn’t care when she was alive.
Except for anything nice.
She had her bad reputation to protect.