Near the end of last Friday’s post I mentioned, figuratively, ‘famous last words’. That set me pondering about literal FLWs. So here, gleaned from hither and thither, are some FLWs that tickle my fancy:
· How were the receipts today at Madison Square Garden? P.T. Barnum, entrepreneur, died 1891.
· I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis. Humphrey Bogart, actor, died 1957.
· Josephine. Napoleon Bonaparte, French Emperor, died 1821.
· I am about to – or I am going to – die. Either expression is correct. Dominique Bouhours, French grammarian, died 1702.
· Do you know where I can get any shit? Lenny Bruce, comedian and social critic, died 1966.
· Et tu, Brute? Gaius Julius Caesar, Roman Emperor, died 44 BCE.
· Don’t mourn for me. Organise! Joe Hill (pictured), labour activist and songwriter, died 1915.
· That guy’s got to stop. He’ll see us. James Dean, actor, died 1955.
· My God. What's happened? Diana, Princess of Wales, died 1997.
· Is it the Fourth? Thomas Jefferson, US President, died 4 July 1826.
· I suppose it had to come to this. Such is life. Ned Kelly, bushranger, died 1880.
· Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough. Karl Marx, revolutionary, died 1883.
· Get my swan costume ready. Anna Pavlova, ballerina, died 1931.
· I've had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that’s the record. Dylan Thomas, poet, died 1953.
· Either that wallpaper goes, or I do. Oscar Wilde, writer, died 1900.
