If all this were not enough - the free spirit, the absorption of the capital - I then sealed the combined fortuity by ambling to the Auld Kirk Cemetery to see whether the monument we had ordered had yet arrived. It had. I motored along the channeled pathway from the main road into the cemetery and searched with squinted eye over the dashboard of the car for the burial site. I imagined there was nothing to be seen. But as I sought to recover the exact location of the prospective internment I suddenly caught site of what was obviously a new addition to the neighbourhood. The shiny granite face shone in the afternoon sunshine. Its critical visage did not perturb me. Rather it excited my earthly vanity! We had deliberately chosen to forgo the surplusage of dates of birth or death, details which we reasoned were quite without moment. No beginning. No end.