Please read this in the event of my untimely death:


I'm just going to put this right here, for lack of a better place to put it. This is so all my friends and loved ones, all three of you, will know what I want when I check out of this earthly realm, and move on to the next great adventure.


This song MUST be played at my funeral, and I want it to be played as everyone (all three of you) file by my casket and marvel at how gorgeous I look in my pajamas, because Pajamas All Day and ALL ETERNITY!!!!


I want to wear the comfortable PJs I was wearing in Henley-on-Thames when that thing happened, and the three of you know what I'm talking about. It's my favorite PJs, what's left of them anyway, and I want to be comfortable in the hereafter.


Please make sure the undertaker DOESN'T put makeup on my old, wrinkley-ass face because you know how I hate makeup. I'll want to show a lot of leg because that's my best feature, so open the casket all the way.


Also, please get Danny to do my hair one last time. I know he's a bit of a drama queen, and it'll probably be his time of the month, but please just do it because he's the Hair Whisperer.


During the burial please serve cocktails and lots of chocolate cupcakes and cookies with butter cream frosting (NOT fondant because I hate that crap), and Virginia Slim menthols, and give everyone a memorial Bic lighter with printed on it because marketing, yo.


The people who elected not to go to the cemetery will feel even worse for not going and missing the goodies. Also, I've already written my obit which you'll find in the third drawer down on the left-hand side in my bathroom. Please ignore the other stuff in that drawer. Hopefully, this will not take place for a loooong time, but just in case these are my wishes.

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