I don't want to be killed by a sea turtle, and I don't want lapdancing at my funeral.
Actually, on that last point, I should specify that I'd rather not have a funeral at all: I'd rather be cremated, divided up, and scattered in the places I love: some of me sprinkled in Virginia, some of me in Korea, and some of me in Interlaken, Switzerland-- the most beautiful spot on earth. No ceremony necessary; it'll be enough to know that people are visiting those places and enjoying themselves, sniffing the breeze and perhaps inhaling a few molecules of Kevin thereby.
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
what I don't want
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