If I'm late for my own funeral, does that mean I will never die?

Gakked from everyone I've seen . . . but late, of course.

If you see this on your flist, quote some Shakespeare.

Call you me daughter? now, I promise you
You have showed a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;
A madcap ruffian and a swearing Jack
Who thinks with oaths to face the matter out!

From The Taming of the Shrew, Act II, Scene I.