nobody...except the undertakers removing my dead, decaying body from my rocking chair...half eaten by a dozen stray cats I've collected over the years (cuz I was dead in my sleep and nobody fed them for two months)...on my way to the cemetery, my coffin will flies off decapitating the driver when he abruptly slams on the brake to avoid a truck loaded illegal immigrants.

 

I live RIGHT across the street from my parents, yes the same house I grew up in. 3 of the 4 of my Grandparents a buried just 2 blocks from where I sit right now in my living room.

My 4th grandparent is still living and lives just 1.5 miles from me.

Yea, my world is kinda' small, I work just 4 miles from home too.

Scot, send me enuf for gas and tolls and I'm there. For $60 I'll even send you $40 worth of flowers.

 

eh, I don't care. Screw funerals! I'm dead, I won't care!

I'll just ask that my friends mix my ashes into a new coat of Silverstone paint and respray my S2k.

a true ghost paint job