The old man left a will to this effect:
(He wrote so much as his diaries show.)
Should I inconvenience you yet again
With details of his words of wishes –
They’re indeed long – we shall depart again
Not realizing our reason to convene;
To bury him where he wants to bury him,
To bury him where he wants to bury him;
I quote, “Home is wherever I call home.
Home is where we ought to be buried.
Home is where man asserts himself as man.
I know no other tradition except this –
“Upon my property built to my taste,
Wherever you find that – home or not home,
According to existing traditions -
May you lay my soul, if you must.” Unquote.