Some Grave Goods

Three cigars were the modest grave goods of comic George Burns Three of his favourite brands pressed into his breast pocket. A whistle was Humphrey Bogart's choice for eternal partner A whale tooth crossed into death with President John. F. Kennedy The master escapologist/ magician Harry Houdini, Rests with his head on a pillow of his mother's loving letters Tony Curtis took a baggage load of goods into the grave A Stetson, an iPhone, seven packets of Splenda sweetener, His grandson Nicholas's baby shoes, His Navy medals, a novel driving gloves A yarmulke from a Budapest synagogue The ashes of Jack, his dog… A modern day Tutankhamun He was wearing his white shorts, his favourite white sweater, An Armani scarf, his sleeping eye-covers In his coffin moreover was a travelling bag of photos and letters, A model of his 25th-anniversary Trans-Am, A patch from Hungary, gold coins, Two of his watches, stones he had collected (Some from the grave of his friend Dodi Fayed) , A DVD of clips from a film he liked Sunglasses, a single Percocet tablet, Paintbrushes, paints, sketchpads and a pen Perhaps for signing autographs to Angels? William Burroughs took a loaded revolver with him A sword cane, a fedora and a joint Sophie Dahl said her grandfather Roald's burial Was like a Viking funeral, He crossed over along with his HB pencils, a A power saw, a bottle of burgundy, snooker cues and chocolate As befitting a man with Norse blood red in his veins