I love the verse that Robert Louis Stevenson set down for himself, 14 years prior to his eventual death, to be engraved upon his headstone. It manages to say so much with so little pomp, and so few words.
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you ‘grave for me:
Here he lies where he long’d to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.