my death scripture. [i don't think scripture was the right word for that, but that's fine anyway]

[alpha_y_beta]

only the corrupt, evil, and wicked ever really die. but when i "die" i want people to carry out my death in a very particular way. i don't know how many people will be affected by my death. because i believe when i die, i will be one hundred years old. and by then, most of the people i've met on earth will have passed already. i'm sure i will meet new people though, younger people. i want to be cremated. and my ashes split among different people, random people, because i don't know who will be occupying this planet at that time. i want my ashes spread over various parts of the earth, thrown into the air, outside. i don't want to be kept up in someone's house or confined in a jar or even worse some cramped up casket where my nutrients will never nourish the soil, but just take up more space. i don't want a funeral...but i'll probably get one anyway. when i get older and i actually have valueable things, i will write out a will. if i had to write a will, i would leave everything to my friends and family of course. but right now, it's hard to tell who my friends really are. i wouldn't want to leave anything to any false friends, but i wouldn't want to leave anyone out either and have them feel...well, left out. i'm going to write a paper that i want someone to read to everyone when i die, or maybe everyone can read it individually. i want everyone to have a party when i die, instead of a funeral. i want there to be a stage, where bands play, and people can give cool speeches. i want everyone at the party to recieve a copy of the book The Little Prince, and my last request will be that everyone read it. i will never die. i will transcend. i want everyone to celebrate my transition as the joyous, miraclous event it will be. i want everyone to listen, there, to my favorite bands' music. i want them to dance like crazy and eat like mad. eat and be merry and be thankful that you are still breathing on earth that day. and live like you've never lived before. take pride and joy in your every emotion and feeling. laugh and cry and throw a fit with everything in you.[but don't hurt yourself or anyone else]. when i go, i don't want anyone to think i hate them. because i can't ever hate anyone. it's too hard and too stupid. i feel sorry for people that hate me, i pray they'll stop, because anger and hate only consumes one. i'll pick out Bible verses i want read at my transition celebration. i don't want anyone to ever miss me because i'll see them soon. i don't want a bunch of flowers or pictures of me set up... what good will flowers do me? i'm dead. and i don't want my physique to be remembered. pictures are of memories and outside appearances. i want to be remembered as the soul that i am, not my front to the world. when i die everyone and anyone can read all my old writings and look at pictures i've made. when i die i want everyone to eat lots of vitamins, because i heard that your immune system gets sucky when you're going through "trauma". i hope no one mourns over me though. i hope they're really cool and happy about it. i want all my friends to get up out of their wheel chairs and hospital beds and dance with their little canes and bad hips. everyone can eat their favorite foods at my party. and do every little thing you like to do that you know would get on my nerves. feel a little freer that you don't have to worry about pleasing me anymore. be a little more about fulfilling yourself. and if you ever have a bad day, of course you should pray, but you can then talk to me to. i will answer back but you won't be able to hear me, so just assume that i'm saying something nice and positive, backing God up. and if you have any items that i gave you, you should definitely sell them, because money will help you a lot more in life than remembering dead people. when i get to Heaven i'm going to vissi all my dead family and friends. First person i visit will be my grandmother, Nan, of course. and the last person i will look for will be Douglas J. Cerda. if i find him, i will surely kick him in the shin. because killing yourself is the dumbest thing ever. never commit suicide, you. yes, YOU, you, whoever is reading this. anyone, everyone, don't ever die. i will ask God a ton of questions, starting with "Did dinosaurs ever really exist?". if he says "Yes", then, well, he really had me fooled. i will get to meet all my favorite celebrities and reunite with all my old pets. annnnd, if you really want to make a dead girl happy, you can do a few things i advise. :
brush your teeth.
eat your vegetables.
never feel alone, because you never are.
smile more often.
love yourself.
love God.
don't sacrifice your morality for anything or anyone.
[end list].
if no one does anything on that list, i will still be happy. if you deliberately do the opposite of everything on the list, just in spite of me, that's still okay. ..but you really should brush your teeth. if you never brushed your teeth that would be super disgusting. that's all i have to say for now. have a nice life. i hope someone remembers this stuff in another ninety+ years.