New amendment in the ongoing plans to plan the disposal of my own body.
Put me in a simple pine-board box, lined with the afghan Great grandma crocheted. Carve a few lines praising the Lord's wisdom and grace on the lid. Anybody who feels as though I have impacted their life will go into the woods behind my parent's house in order to find a stick, twig, log, or tree branch. These will be piled atop a pre-stacked pile of wood and charcoal. My coffin will be laid on the very top.
Enough gasoline will be used to ensure the fires success, but no more.
A live recording of Breathe Owl Breathe's "Playing Dead" will be played on speakers as the flames spread.
The fire will take place in the field behind my parents house.
A tree will be planted over my ashes.
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My, my Andrew. Rather a morbid thought. Hopefully you are planning on living a long, productive, happy life.
sometimes you scare me
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