to leave flowers and soft toys in public that will look terrible after 24 hours.
to leave flowers anywhere that is only connected to me by my death, but an otherwise meaningless place.
to start "a fund" with no purpose and with no consultation with my family and friends.
to post mawkish, self-indulgent sentimental comments about me on Facebook, or make out that they knew me personally, or that they love me and I'm forever in their hearts, or that I'm now flying high with the angels, or that they hope I'm haunting my murderer in prison, or post crappy gifs of pixelated candles.
to talk to the press.
No. IANBU.