My fun-eral

I want my death to be celebrated.

My life to be remembered.

Memories of me to be shared and enjoyed.

At my funeral, I want pop music, I want 80 music, I want David Bowie music videos playing incessantly.

Crying will not be tolerated...

Crying might happen, sadness can be felt, but I don’t want people to dwell or spiral down into their own sad spells.

Death is inevitable.

Every moment in life is also imminent.

To enjoy, to love, to feel content or even happy...that takes conscientious choice.

My life has been filled and drowned by sadness and depression and regrets but at some point you get to this place where you find it all so absurd.

Sure living is suffering but it is also gratifying.

We can focus on the fact that the world is overrun by corruption, hatred, greed and Lucifer’s hypocrisy or we can see what we want to see what we choose to see instead of seeing Satan’s imagery in t.v., movies and advertising...I want to be like Michael and see God reflected in a child’s face.

When I die and when I am gone, I will feel happy. And I hope that others will feel happy for me, happy to have known me, and happy when they think of me.

Dying is really just like getting to the finish line before others, so for me it will be like winning.

And there I shall wait for you to meet me and greet me as if it were just yesterday when I last saw you and you last saw me.