In the event of my death...
It has occurred to me recently that although I now own property, a car, and have a savings account, I still probably won't be drafting a last will and testament any time in the forseeable future. As we all know, death just sort of happens. No appointments, no 80 percent chance of death with high humidity, less like painting and more like bingo.
Therefore, it is my intention to post an unofficial list of shit that should happen if I die.
I'd like Caleb Brodie, my past roomate and long time best friend, to be responsible for distributing my things among my friends and family. I know he'd be sure to take everyone's feelings into account, etc.
I would like Shawn Richburg to sit in with my family when deciding the manner in which my remains will be handled, and how my death will be commemorated. I do this because I know that my family will try to arrange some kind of Christian ceremony, and to be honest, either all the Gods get my soul, or none of them do.
Also, Shawn would be able to explain that I was a very silly man in life, and so it would only be fitting that I receive a silly sendoff in death. And it should be silly, with crazy music, maybe a parade, and posssibly a procession of ducks dressed like Cardinals and Priests.
I want to be clear about one thing:
My soul is MY soul. I do not want it sent off to God, or anybody else. If there's an afterlife, I'll find my own fucking way there, thank you very much.
That's about it, hope everyone enjoys the party after the funeral.
-Sean
Therefore, it is my intention to post an unofficial list of shit that should happen if I die.
I'd like Caleb Brodie, my past roomate and long time best friend, to be responsible for distributing my things among my friends and family. I know he'd be sure to take everyone's feelings into account, etc.
I would like Shawn Richburg to sit in with my family when deciding the manner in which my remains will be handled, and how my death will be commemorated. I do this because I know that my family will try to arrange some kind of Christian ceremony, and to be honest, either all the Gods get my soul, or none of them do.
Also, Shawn would be able to explain that I was a very silly man in life, and so it would only be fitting that I receive a silly sendoff in death. And it should be silly, with crazy music, maybe a parade, and posssibly a procession of ducks dressed like Cardinals and Priests.
I want to be clear about one thing:
My soul is MY soul. I do not want it sent off to God, or anybody else. If there's an afterlife, I'll find my own fucking way there, thank you very much.
That's about it, hope everyone enjoys the party after the funeral.
-Sean