Sunday, November 02, 2003

When I die, I want people to cry.

I want an official videographer on standby to film all those people who’d cry. I want the videographer to pay special attention to my relatives who have the penchant for the theatrics.

The when I’m buried, I want everyone to have a copy. Ever since I was a child, watching tapes of mourners fascinated me. I think people are beautiful when they grieve.

I don’t want to be cremated. I’m not religious but I’m a firm believer that the body belongs to the earth and should be returned to earth.

Or, if my parents can afford it, please ask them to send my remains to the North Pole. I love my body, and it becoming dinner for a bunch of maggots seems repulsive.

When my friends and relatives say that they’re happy for me because I’ve moved on to a better place, I want them to mean it.

I don’t want any of those sickening OPM funeral songs. I prefer “Qing Fei De Yi.” What can I say, the song makes me reminisce all the good scenes of Meteor Garden. I want it to be known that I’m an F4 fan until the very last moment.

I was never interested in clothes, so I really don’t care how my relatives dress me up… well, as long as it’s not lacy or puffed sleeves, or pink.

But I will insist that they take all my baubles (which is, basically, my high school ring) from me. I don’t want my grave to be disturbed because of the greed of men for a piece of yellow metal.

As long as they don’t burn my books, they can split it any way they want. But I want Laurice to have all my Anne Rice and harlequin books. I promised them to her way back in high school.

Anyone, please close my blog and all my internet accounts by informing everyone that I’m dead. My username and password are securely hidden in one of my picture frames.

Finally, when people claim that I turned into a ghost, don’t believe it was me. I don’t like scaring people.

Happy(?!?) All Soul’s Day.

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