azurelunatic | Deathwishes

My high school best friend Shawn told me once that should he die, he wanted the quote, "Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest," from Hamlet, on the gravestone. Votania mentioned that the last two tracks of the Godsmack album that's got Voodoo on it are a necessity.

wiredferret came up with the list that's linked in the title. It's a useful idea.

"In case of accident, donate my remaining body parts. It's the Betan way. Waste not, want not." --paraphrased from Cordelia.

My family's preferred method of body disposal is cremation. I have no problem with this.

Let my memorial ceremony be outdoors, with reading of quotes and poetry, and singing, rather than a doleful indoor ceremony with one speaker babbling.

I hope to leave this life as I entered, hating no one, loving all. I'm not doing too badly, at the moment, on that front.

A part of me shall always remain: my shell in your memories, my works of Craft and art, my writings. Perhaps more. The essential I that is more than the sum of my experiences, the spark, light source, shining through my gels, is eternal and has already returned, time and again, again, again.

If I leave unfinished writings, do not publish solely in my name, nor solely in the name of the completer. Leave the unfinished version available. If one person's going to write fic to finish it, let all. Writing often takes screen captures of the soul of the writer. Give credit where it's due. My journals and other writings are there to be read, regardless of content. Had it been too private a memory for other eyes, it would have been burned after its writing.

Any child of mine, if not yet at majority, shall have a voice in the selection of his/her future caregivers.

If I have any regrets, it is that fear, hesitation, have held me back: I have not loved as much as I might have. Give your love freely. Be prudent with body, heart, and soul -- but give your love.

Let my books be given to one who will value them for the worlds they unlock, before they set a price on the paper.

I have no intent to die for a good long time yet.