Tis a new year, in a fit of morbid excitement i planned my funeral and will. just a few plans so far….
Bury me in a wooden box
Save your flowers for the ladies
bring me instead the colors of life
paint my box with handprints.
I want to feel warmth of friends-
those who have touched my life.
Save your tears for those who need them,
I have lived enough for 100 men.
To the list of those whose name I’ve journaled
I’ve left to you a lofty sum
but spend it only as I say….
“There will always be debt and never be time
there will always be an excuse in your mind
No more I say, please not on my day.
Please spend this money my way.
Be reckless and wild, push your dreams to the limit
Patagonia or Paris love everything in it.
Rather than cry in a room full of friends,
instead think of me as your adventure begins.
The world is yours.”