The end is here

I hope an angel will help me as I will be a, sort of, newbie. I drowned when I was younger and I didn't go into the light. I hope I don't stick around and haunt. I hope my angel is Bryan Johnson. 

I do only like my art.

I have a death Pinterest board. I pinned the flowers that I want on my coffin, songs I want played and which food I want served after the ceremony. At the light appetizer reception, I would like a second line to perform. Know of a group?

I think the end is near.

These flowers are not on my Pinterest board. But, I like the white roses in a baseball shape. I want to be wearing my Red Sox jersey in my coffin. I don't know if I'll have funeral. I don't want anyone to be invited to whatever I'll have at the end. No family, no friends.  Nothing.




"Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my own familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort Without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!" -  Canon Henry Scott-Holland, Canon of St Paul's Cathedral (1847 - 1918) It's in a poem form so no punctuations.