My Last Words.

I'm sure that the words would change if I had died 20 years from now instead of 20 seconds. But, here I am. Dying.

I might've exaggerated 20 seconds but if you're counting I'll haunt you in the afterlife. But let's not waste time and get into these instructions.

I want to be cremated. Since I couldn't be burned alive which is how I fanticized my death. I'll settle for being burned dead.

My music playlists are made by moods I've felt hearing those songs and titled collectively due to said mood.

I've wanted to die since I was 8 so don't be sad because this wish is long overdue.

Don't lie when you eulogize me. Accurately describe how evil and loving I was. Don't forget the pain and hurt I felt on a daily basis caused by people that were supposed to love me. Not to make them feel guilty but to remeber me as accurately as possible.

My picture must be picked by 20 strangers and invite those strangers to participate.

I want rainbow roses to be set in the ocean annually to remeber me.

Make sure my kids don't stay sad and no fighting for at least a complete hour of the function.

Remeber that even in death the love I had still sits in my unbeating heart and I'm always around.