Last Wishes
I always believed Hunter S. Thompson did it his way - and you gotta admire that even if he was really out of his mind. I enjoyed his writing and escapades but I think I will remember him for how he chose to die. At first, it sounds morbid - then, after thinking about it and then reading his family's response - I believe HST was just staying true to himself. Doing it his own way and not conforming to the plans that society or even nature had for him. I admire that. Consistency. Backbone. It's a rare breed in today's world.
His take on this game we call life will truly culminate when his family, friends and Depp are there to blow his ashes out of a cannon. That will be a beautiful experience in my book - and I'm glad the arrangements are being made to HST's spec and detail.
So to prevent any confusion in the future, I'd like to offer a poor man's will - living will - and testament:
1. If I am incapicitated from a terminal illness or unconciousness - options have been exhausted - and death or even life in a permanent vertical position is immenent - pull the plug.
2. At my funeral, I want a live reggae band (covers of Marley, Maytels, etc. are okay). Obviously the service will be outdoors - some place scenic - like a beach or a mountain top.
3. I'd like the mood to be as light as possible. Jokes and embarrassing stories are encouraged. Casual dress.
4. Closed casket, please.
5. And the most important detail: I want to be CREMATED. No gravesite - no marker - no permanent resting place, because...
6. I want my ashes thrown into an active volcano. Preferably Kilauea in Hawaii, but really any active volcano will do.
There it is in plain english, spelled out and the world as a witness - to my last wishes for my body here on Earth.
I was just listening to Erlend Oye - The Talk
