I have no intention of being put into the ground with the bugs and the darkness, I plan on being cremated and stored inside of Pringles cans. My children have already chosen their individual flavors, so they know whats up.
But IF I did intend to be buried, I have thought...
'Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite
And I don't know why'
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.
"OH GOD- THEY'VE BURIED HIM ALIVE! Why the hell are you still reading this? Get help! Dear Lord he's suffocating- do you have any idea how painful that is? Christ- you're still here!? Run you maggot- Get. Him. Help! Oh my GOD! He's bursting...
no marker, no grave nor urn. When I go the body will be cremated and ashes scattered, there will be no trace that I was ever here or lived. None will remember, none will care, it is as if I am already gone and this body doesn't know it.
was born he already had something special in him, he has tried his very best in delivering that special gift throughout his lifetime, and that special gift was power, strenth and respect. Mostly towards the people that he had loved very dearly."