One day, I will die. I have a few requests for when I die, actually, they are demands.

This isn’t final, but I’d like to be buried with my guitar. Unless times are rough, and selling it is the only way to pay for my funeral. After my funeral, I want a party. I know I’ll be “dead” but instead of stuffing your face in a pillow, drenching it with tears, I’d much rather have everyone throw a party. I want everyone to celebrate the great life I led.

Out of all my requests, there is one in particular that I really want. If you don’t listen, I swear I will haunt you in your sleep and bite you. At my funeral, someone better perform “I Will Follow You Into The Dark” by Death Cab For Cutie. The lyrics mean a lot to me. Unfortunately, I don’t believe in heaven or hell. I say unfortunately because I guess it’d be nice to go to heaven. The place with the clouds and grapes (I’d probably go to hell though, where Satan would rape me brutally). I assume Ben Gibbard thinks the same based on the song’s chorus:

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

You’re probably thinking, “What the fuck?” But I promise I don’t want to die, nor do I want to kill myself. I actually appreciate life very much, especially after watching the documentary Dear Jack. I suggest you buy it on iTunes, the proceeds go to cancer research. Death happens, and it’s a part of life. Just carry on and pass the butter. No biggie.

Speaking of death, I wrote a letter/song to Michael Jackson in my new songbook. I’ll explain why I wrote him a song in the future. May he rest in peace.
songbook

I’m going to a concert tomorrow. I’ll probably blog about it unless it sucks.

Song of the day: Swim
He wrote this after surviving leukemia. It has a very strong message.