What a thing it is to live a life.

Following on from the overwhelming (in the loveliest possible way) response to the prints of my Dust poem, I have teamed up with the dreamy Medley Design Studio again to create my next-most-requested print - Sunflowers! (AKA Instructions upon my death). Available both as the full text and a standalone line - in both a cool blue and a warm orange - with a discount for a matching set. Edited down slightly to fit/because apparently not everyone shares my love of Taio Cruz, Full version available in my book Wonderful.

A3 Unframed print - Printed on 100% recycled and FSC paper in Leeds UK.

Full text reads:

Ideally I would like a hundred benches.

Every single one of them facing the sea.

If that’s too much faff, I’d settle for the one 

somewhere in Margate. Somewhere you 

can come, and sit, and think, and be. 

I don’t need a fancy pot to keep my ashes.

Just find a decent spot where there’s a breeze.

So the next time someone gasps at all 

the wonder in the world, a part of them 

is breathing in a part of me. 

At my funeral I’d like there to be sunflowers.

A truly inconvenient amount. 

For I too will have spent a lifetime 

searching for the light, and I don’t see 

a reason why that should stop now. 

For the food, just keep it veggie. 

For the drinks, serve up negronis. 

If I pretend to like them, you can do the same. 

For the wake, if people want to chat 

then I am all for that, but, just in case, 

make sure a corner’s stacked with games. 

Don’t let anyone apologise for crying. 

It is honestly my favourite thing to do. 

Just make sure everybody knows how much 

I loved being alive. The only thing 

that I loved more was loving you. 

Speaking of which: if you are free,

then I would love for you to be there. 

But if you can’t, because you’re dead, 

that’s not your fault. To be honest, neither 

of us quite makes sense without the other. 

I still think we’ll die together, like a cult. 

And if anybody says I have gone 

to a better place, that is a kind

and very well-intentioned lie.

For there can be no better place 

than in a room with all my friends. 

Just promise we’ll do this again the other side.

Side note: let’s also do this loads before we die. 

And, by the time it comes around, 

maybe I’d hate it. I’ll live for ages 

and these tastes will change with time. 

But one thing that I know 

that I will always find amazing 

is what a thing it is to live a life. 

P.S. Let’s also do this loads before we die.

Harry Baker