R.I.P., Mr. Salinger

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody. ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Goodbye, Mr. Salinger. We are sad that you're gone.

(Well, I am. Matt's happy. He's been saying for years that he can't wait until Salinger dies because he knows Salinger's been holed up, hiding from the world, writing and writing. And Matt can't wait to get his hands on all of those books and stories.)

Here's to hoping.

And here's to you, Mr. Salinger, you curmudgeon, you brilliant weirdo.