Just in case i cause myself excessive brain damage from an eating disorder or huffing paint…
1. I do not want to be kept on life support for any longer than a few days. Ever. Let my family gather and grieve, say goodbye and let me go peacefully.
2. If any of my organs can be of any use immediately make them available.
3. I do not want to be buried. Please have me either cremated or turned into a pretty stone. Once that is done i’d probably like to be scattered here and there if ashes and if a gem perhaps drop me in a crevasse way up on an ice field or off the side of a kayak in Sitka Sound.
4. Have a shindig and not a wake. There should be ample Guinness and New York steak. Pistachios, Tilamook smoked cheddar cheese, smoked salmon, and crackers. Ther should be lots of story telling. Especially funny stories about me - you should be able to print out some pages from this site and read them off. Reading this page would be way too morbid though.
5. Have fun trying to find enough money to pay off all my debt. Maybe some day, when i’m in the black, i’ll flesh out an informal will.
Tiffany Borges on 
March 25th, 2005 at 1:16 pm
Planning on dying soon or something?
hey what about putting you in a ring, and wearing you? why do we have to drop you in a crevasse?
March 25th, 2005 at 3:48 pm
great way to scare off potential stalkers:
Stalker: Hey, nice ring.
Kev: Thanks.
Stalker: What kind of stone is that?
Kev: Oh, it’s made from my older brother’s remains.
Stalker: His remains? Like, his body?
Kev: (lifting a pint so the ring sparkles in the dim pub light) yeah.
(would probably work better if you claim it’s the remains of your last stalker though)