When I die…

~ My ipod is to be destroyed immediately, as is my itunes library.  No one shall listen to it and know my secret shame of liking songs like “More than Words” by Extreme and “Pony” by Ginuwine.

~ Alex is to have all my monies and propertay, which amounts to $42 and no tangible land.  Sorry babe.  I’m rich in love, though!

~ Now that I think of it, just torch my whole hard drive.  There’s nothing to see there.

~ Play “Amazing Grace” and the theme song from (the first!) Pirates of the Carribbean movie at my funeral.  Preferably not at the same time.

~ Put me in a spaceship coffin and launch me to wherever they launched Spock.  He came back, so I figure it’s worth a shot.

~ If a spaceship coffin cannot be provided, a great pyramid should be constructed in Fresno, CA, and I shall be interred there along with many riches (stolen from a museum perhaps?) and 57 cats.

~ The remainder of my $42, after Alex lives comfortably off of it for many years, shall be donated to the charity of his choice, as long as it’s not a stripper named “Tammi.”

(Disclaimer: I’m not planning on dying anytime soon.  People write wills when they’re not dying, you know, that’s the point.)

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