“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense 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.”
Now bumping the iPad, Howard Zinn, James O’Keefe, Haiti and the State of the Union out of the headlines... J.D. Salinger is dead at 91.
