I know what I want put on my gravestone. I don’t care how my body is sent on, whether it be cast off on a boat and set ablaze with flaming arrows with a bottle of vodka and my shotgun in each hand, or a non-conspicuous obelisk erected in the middle of the forest over my decrepit corpse. I want these words as a tribute to what I truly felt in this life.
Let this serve as my will unless otherwise specified. Oh yeah, and I want everyone to party in my blood when they bury me. Have some kinky sex and fornicate at my leisure. Just do it. It’ll be fun.