It’s probably good to get this over with randomly in the book, so that the last chapter can definitely be happy. Hard to write about something like this the moment it happens. At least, for me myself
- If I must go senile, let me go quietly. I don’t want to spend 30 years not being able to control what I’m talking about, or how loud I am. People complain that I dont talk much now. They’ll appreciate that later if things stay consistent.
- Cremate me. I’m not going to be using my body anymore.
- Donate usable organs of course. I’d be surprised by the end.
- Get together if you want. I wouldn’t be able to be there.
- Play the songs you want to hear. I won’t be there to hear them.
- Have a good time. The only sad part would be waiting a while…for you.
There, now that’s over and we never have to talk about it again.