When Dr. Seuss died, he specified a New Orleans funeral in his will. I'll never forget the video footage that CNN played. It was a few seconds of his widow, smiling, dancing on top of the hearse in a black miniskirt, high heels, and a parasol, while a band rocked in the background.

All I could think was "Damn, that's how I want to go out."

"Live so that they cry when you're born and laugh when you die."