[chainsaw]

This thread, all the Terry Schivo shit, and my own health has really got me thinking about death. Not a bad thing in my eyes (thinking about it, I mean). I want to be "prepared" I guess, as much as one can be. And I want to write letters for people in my life to read when I'm gone. Things that I can't/don't know how to say now but really want them to know... good and bad things.

For the record, I also want it clear what I want done with my body. None of this expensive funeral crap. No flowers. No churches. Toss me in a cardboard box and torch it on the beach. Bring a few kegs, order pizza and play loud music.