Let’s face it, few things in life are guaranteed like death. It is coming for me but I don’t yet know when or how. If I had to guess I would say I will survive a plane crash in the ocean only to be devoured by sharks while waiting for rescue. I shouldn’t joke about that. It is actually my worst fear that I will go out that way. I’ll tell you how it won’t be. During the Zombie Apocalypse. I am well prepared to re-introduce the walking dead to their previous state. Dead.
I am however at the age where I am not under my parents guardianship anymore and final decisions about resuscitation, burial options and what to do with the junk I’ve accumulated should be left to me. I need to spend a some time and really think about how I want all this to play out and if I accumulated any nuggets of wisdom I can leave behind to the few poor souls who chose to mourn me.
Time to set aside a weekend, find a worthy lawyer, and kiss my (barring resurrection) assets goodbye. Time for people to get on my good side.