Well...
I'm really sick, and I doubt I'll make it past the week. The doctors think it the consumption - tearing through my weakening body with bloody coughing, diarrhea, and a general overwhelming feeling of defeat.
So, in the spirit, I've decided to draft my Will.
After much consideration, and since it's been the foremost on my mind as of late my the Mars Volta tickets and all of my earnings, including the $0.87 in my checking account (which should be closed, and hopefully any charges'll be removed following my death), the $47 dollars in my wallet, and the change dispersed about both my car and my room should go to Kelly [thisisyourname] of Florida. Hopefully all'll go well, and they'll put on the show we hoped they would: invite a friend, and have yourself a hoot of a time.
All art supplies and the like should go to my girlfriend Stefanie [thisisyourname] to help her with her budding career. Please allow her use of my deceased body to complete her art work for school if she so chooses.
All my computer related equipment should go to my brother Chris [thisisyourname], because he'll know what to do with them best, or at least have use for them.
The rest of my physical belongings should be divvied among charitable organizations in my spirit. Please follow and find the joy of the recipients of my drum set, books, compact disks, movies and clothes. Helping the less fortunate would bring peace to my restless soul.
And, to everyone else (who should be looked up from Starbucks, or my cell phone, or my address book, or online contacts), I offer my apologizes for the life I've lived dominated by selfish pleasure and inconsiderate acts. Find peace in your souls, and please let your grudges be buried with me.
So, in the spirit, I've decided to draft my Will.
After much consideration, and since it's been the foremost on my mind as of late my the Mars Volta tickets and all of my earnings, including the $0.87 in my checking account (which should be closed, and hopefully any charges'll be removed following my death), the $47 dollars in my wallet, and the change dispersed about both my car and my room should go to Kelly [thisisyourname] of Florida. Hopefully all'll go well, and they'll put on the show we hoped they would: invite a friend, and have yourself a hoot of a time.
All art supplies and the like should go to my girlfriend Stefanie [thisisyourname] to help her with her budding career. Please allow her use of my deceased body to complete her art work for school if she so chooses.
All my computer related equipment should go to my brother Chris [thisisyourname], because he'll know what to do with them best, or at least have use for them.
The rest of my physical belongings should be divvied among charitable organizations in my spirit. Please follow and find the joy of the recipients of my drum set, books, compact disks, movies and clothes. Helping the less fortunate would bring peace to my restless soul.
And, to everyone else (who should be looked up from Starbucks, or my cell phone, or my address book, or online contacts), I offer my apologizes for the life I've lived dominated by selfish pleasure and inconsiderate acts. Find peace in your souls, and please let your grudges be buried with me.