When I die …
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise.
Give my heart to one who has known the agony of the heart.
Give my blood to a youth pulled from the wreckage of a car so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Let my kidneys drain the poison from another’s body.
Let my bones be used to make a crippled child walk.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the wind to let the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults and my prejudices against my fellowmen.
Give my sins to the Devil.
Give my soul to the God.
If you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I’ve asked, I’ll live for ever.
— Nani A. Palkhivala