Jan 31, 2009 01:14
An open casket so that my family and friends can morn if they need to
then
burn me and scatter the ashes in places that i enjoyed being, Camp Olson, home, Mills, ect. And one place i never got the chance to go.
Keep a small amount at home with family. The romantic in me want a peice of me there... make it the right toe, the one i alway stub on the wall near the living room.
I would tell my family to give all the things that they did not want to keep to those in need.
I think thats it. oh, you know, maybe bury a bit of me in a cemetary make it the middle fingers on both hand. i hate those places but tradition calls for it!
death,
writer's block