Wednesday, August 20, 2008

I just want you to know...

Have you said that phrase before?
What were the circumstances?
I always picture the last conversation someone has with a close friend or family member before they die or leave and won't see them ever again (another thing that is impossible about modernity: facebook is anti climactic).
I've been thinking about my death a lot lately. Maybe it's more correct to say I've been thinking about what people will think about my death, and what kind of funeral I want and such. The result of my musings is as follows...
I don't want a funeral. They make people depressed.
If my mother absolutely must have one, I consent, as long as there is an open bar and live band while everyone eats those sketchy sandwiches afterwards.
I also will choose the music, which will include "Life Is Beautiful" by Sixx AM, "You're a Hamburger" by Radio Free Vestibule, and "Here Comes the Sun" by the Beatles.
Instead of only sketchy sandwiches, I'm pushing to have a barbecue and steak....
I don't want a tombstone. They're ugly.
In fact,I would like to be buried in a horse field. Is that legal? hm...
All my money (if I have any) will be donated to the upkeep and re-homing of my pets.
My journals can be sold to a publishing company for as much profit as possible.
All of my personal belongings can be picked through by whoever. Whatever is left over can be thrown out or sent to the thrift store.
I want my bedroom to by turned into a green room. Lots of trees.
I want only people who knew me well to speak at my funeral. I'm sorry, family, that kinda leaves you out.
I want my brother Nathan to play a song at said funeral. Preferably one of the ones he's written.
I want a commemorative plaque to be placed somewhere arbitrary and ludicrous. ie: In the middle of the 401....
I want band camp people to be invited. Sorry mom, you may not like them, but I do.

But most of all I hope that I won't die with a "I just want you to know" phrase unsaid.
I just want you to know I love you
I just want you to know that laughter is the only thing worth fighting for
I just want you to know that I'm okay with dying.

A bit of a morbid topic, but that's what I've been thinking about these long day at the factory.

Now then, I'm all happy cuz this is my last week of work!! HAH! I win....
And there's an awesome concert on friday.
And I don't hafta worry bout my funeral, cuz 'm not gonna have one
Life is goood

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