When I die
One day, I will no longer be here. This writeup is a short summary of how I feel on the matter.
I’ve always been somewhat of a stoic melancholic. If possible, I’d like my passing to not be a fuss and commemorate that notion.
At my funeral, I’d like to be surrounded by my close friends, as in my life. Maybe they can listen to To Live Is To Die by Metallica and share a drink.
Most funerals are awkward and uncomfortable. I don’t need a priest in a sterile room. Let there be comfy chairs, whisky, and Metallica.
If I’m not flat broke at that point, it would be nice to pay for it out of my assets so my friends don’t have to hassle & hustle.