bags are packed, papers are in order. heather and i were going to write a will but somehow the month slipped away from me. my surgery is in less than 48 hours. so since none of ya'll are crazy, not even rory lately, here's the basics of what i want on the off off off chance that something bad happens during surgery.
- save me if i can be saved. pull the plug if i'm brain dead.
- i'm having champagne and strawberry poptarts for dinner tonight. (just thought you should know!)
- i don't want a funeral but i do want a party. a large party. everyone should get rip-roaring drunk and gorge themselves on amazing food. people should have sex in the swimming pool at this party. (i don't know what swimming pool, you pick the venue). brett, you are in charge of music. under no circumstances can danny be in charge of this. he can make a request but it has to be approved by brett. mara, amanda, please make your breasts available for danny to cry in.
- donate my body to stanford. i don't think they can take any of my organs because of my treatment but they should be able to use me for med school. heather, when they're done with me, that white dress hanging in my closet, the $34 wedding dress, cremate me in it. let danny see it first.
- everyone that loves me needs to love the hell out of my kids. share them. take them to see every fucking corner of the earth. if you are part of my life now, stay a part of their lives.
- request that you be given ALL of my ashes so that there are plenty to go around. any time anyone goes anywhere have them take some of them so that *i* get to visit every corner of the earth. seriously, leave a piece of me in sicily but also at that target in westgate.
- no reason to argue over my stuff: divide it between the kids. heather, you're in charge of this too. i mean, everyone else take something that's special to you but the big stuff (house/car/money) - take care of the kids.
- keep the business in fourths.