"I'm dead. What's your excuse?"
"I don't wanna go on the cart!"
"Died the way she lived: COVERED IN BEES!"
"I'm coming back as a Disco Bandit."
And no gravestone of mine would be complete without a Portal reference, so...
Not in cruelty, not in wrath
The REAPER came today
An ANGEL visited
this gray path
And took the cube away.
That's my favourite of the Companion Cube poems. I'd settle for "the cake is a lie", though, or "this was a triumph".