I have this bizzare little habit everytime I fly on a plane.
I e-mail myself a simple last will and testament.
Then I e-mail my friend Brian the password to my e-mail, in case the plane goes down.
I'm not even afraid of flying or anything... but while the plane is boarding, I tend to get board and my mind starts wandering. I figure for the minute that it takes, I might as well have my stuff in order.
There is one thing that I've been putting in it, though, that I can make public here, though. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, but while I have your attention, I think I'd like to make one request public.
I don't want a wake and I want to be cremated. I really hate the idea of "embalming" and the being put up for display for a couple of days, then being dropped in a box in the ground left to decay. I mean, come on, does that sound appealing to you? Nope... as soon as I go, harvest me for whatever organs people need, and then toast me. Spread the ashes places I cared about, like the Boathouse or Fordham or something like that.
Sorry if that was morbid, but that's life. Now you all know what to do with me should I overdose on Jamba Juice.