When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.
It's still possible to find pockets of old Dublin - but its becoming more and more rarified.
I want to be all used up when I die.
You kind of live and die by the serve.
I need a long and lingering death to make sure that I have time to have a deathbed conversion.
I do not care so much for the death of my gunner, as for other passages of my voyage, for I have good friends in England that will bring me off for that.
I have a lifetime appointment and I intend to serve it. I expect to die at 110, shot by a jealous husband.
When I vacate this sack of old bones I won't care what you do with it. Bury or burn it but don't make much fuss.
If die I must, let me die drinking in an Inn.
Do not let friars enter your wine cellars for fear they will bless every barrel and change the wine into blood.