Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Last Wishes
With Laura dying so young and the episode that Donna had during Christmas, I've decided to start committing to paper (well, pixels anyway) my last wishes. The way I see it, I'm not planning on being around to a ripe old age of 90 or anything. I'll be happy if I make it to 50, but my parents are sort of breaking the mold of us dying really young. I'm beginning to understand what strikes us down so young. Some of us go at the age of 38 - my age now.
At any rate, it's always better to be safe than sorry, so here I go. This will most likely be a multi-part entry all called "Last Wishes".
First of all, in case of emergency, I'm a donor. All parts - you can have them - trust me, I don't want 'em where I'm going. And don't bury whatever parts are left over. Just put them in the dumpster at the hospital with all the other body parts and abortions. Really, no casket, no burial, no grave.
Why? Simple. First, I think that funerals are a big waste of time, talent and money. Second, I don't want any lasting memory of my existence in the form of a monument (headstone). If I can't make an impression on people to carry a memory in their heads, then I probably didn't deserve to live in the first place.
If, on the other hand, you decide that my life was insignificant enough that I need a marble headrest to remind people that I was here, I ask that the epitaph read as follows:
John Colino
[birth] - [death]
An alternate Universe without him,
would be no different
At any rate, it's always better to be safe than sorry, so here I go. This will most likely be a multi-part entry all called "Last Wishes".
First of all, in case of emergency, I'm a donor. All parts - you can have them - trust me, I don't want 'em where I'm going. And don't bury whatever parts are left over. Just put them in the dumpster at the hospital with all the other body parts and abortions. Really, no casket, no burial, no grave.
Why? Simple. First, I think that funerals are a big waste of time, talent and money. Second, I don't want any lasting memory of my existence in the form of a monument (headstone). If I can't make an impression on people to carry a memory in their heads, then I probably didn't deserve to live in the first place.
If, on the other hand, you decide that my life was insignificant enough that I need a marble headrest to remind people that I was here, I ask that the epitaph read as follows:
John Colino
[birth] - [death]
An alternate Universe without him,
would be no different
