I've decided, since I'm such a clutz,
etc... that I better make a will now...
It's just something I should do ;). That and I was just bored...
so here it goes...
First: If at all possible, I wish to be resurrected. I mean, cleanly resurrected, on the spot as I just died, not when I'm half-decaying in the summer heat for a month. I want to come back looking normal.
If the above cannot be done by my
time...
I wish for the following to be performed:
Nathan Grimes must go through my
computer and email everyone, my net friends, and give them news
of my death. Even though most icq/telnet/email list people may
already think I'm dead. (I guess I should chat more with
them....) He must also make a kickass website all about me to
honor me. :) Then, I want him to take a machine gun and
thouroughly shoot my computer several times. This will end the
arguements of who gets my computer (family, friends, people I
barely know...) and caution of anything secret that I wish to
remain in my private files. They will go to hell with me ;).
Mrs. Allen must make everyone in all her class
paint me/draw me, etc... for the rest of the year.
More to Come on Making People Do Stuff
For Me.
At my funeral, if it must be open casket, I
want a squeaky clown nose on my nose, and I want everyone in
single file line pass by and squeak it.
At my funeral, I want everyone to ruffle Mr.
Moxon's hair. It's petable. Make it all messy. Pet it.
At my funeral, I want to be buried in the space
pirate Ryoko's warrior outfit (and makeup) that she wore when she
died in the universe series. I want my hair dyed blue and teased
the same way too.
At my funeral, I want everyone to take an hour
to think about what they did NOT give me when I was alive. They
should all be very sad that they didn't do my bidding while they
could.
At my funeral, I want Trent Reznor's Heresy
and Rob Zombie's Living Dead Girl
playing continually
in my coffin.
At my funeral, I want someone to stab me several
times in the heart to make sure I won't be buried alive. Or just
cut off my head and pull my heart out that way and drive it with
a stake to make sure I won't come back as a vampire. Although, I
see no harm or anything wrong at all with being a vampire... I
just want to skip all of it... I'll just end up killing myself
when everyone comes to me for immortal life... bugging me for
immortal life. Stupid bum friends.
At my funeral, I want everyone to sign my
casket. This makes up for my yearbook I was too lazy to bring to
school to have people sign. Dammit, there's not many signatures.
I hate being a procrastinator.
I'll think of more later. This is a
never-ending will.
Well, no, it ends whenever I die of course...
To Nathan: Hmm.. I really have no clue what
to give you. My black leather pants? ;)
To Karen Nease: I give you my prom date. And my
tv and vcr. What the heck =)
To Lucas Edwards: I give you my pretty pink star
castle complete with glitter and miniature fairies.
It comes with a glitter filled princess pony carnival and an ice
skating rink for the royal family. Have fun!
To Andrew and Max: I want you two to duke it out
for my new age books and goodies. :)
To My Brother Tony: I give you permission to
sell/trade all my cds for better ones.
To Grant McBride: I give you my left Vans
sneaker.
To Andrea Abney: I give you my right Vans
sneaker.
To Kaci Pilcher: I give you all sailor moon
merchandise I own. It's not much, so you're getting jipped.
To Robert Devillez: I give you my Darth Vader
pez dispenser with artificially flavered grape pez.
To This One Girl in Harbison's Back Room At Lunch, Whose
Name I Don't Know,
But I think She'll Like It: I give you my glittery black
fairy wings with bells.
To Mrs. Allen: I want you to cut all my hair off
right before I'm buried. Then I want you to glue the hair on a
large maniquinn and dress it up like me. You can talk to it
whenever you like. Make it stay after school late. Attach bells.
It's not me, but hey, you need something of me around... you'll
go crazy without Jamie. It's for your own good.
To Mr. Moxon: I pass to you a curse. The moment
I die is the moment "This is the Song That Never
Ends" will begin playing in your head. You will never get
another song stuck in your head... just that song... playing over
and over and over again... with no way of stopping it... for the
rest of your life...
Sorry, I didn't know what else to leave you. And I wanted to give
someone that cool curse.
To Ms. Horning: I give you a barrell of pickles.
Thanks for my health class. It obviously didn't help!
pleh! (haha, joking...)
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