I can't remember if I've said this or not already, so when in doubt, blab it out.
I DO NOT WANT A FUNERAL. Cullen disagrees with this because he sais (HA!) it's for the survivors to help with grieving, blah blah blah. I DO NOT WANT A FUNERAL.
I want to be cremated and dumped in a lake. Do you know why? Because I AM NOT my body and I absolutely should not take up more space in the earth than necessary. I am okay with a party. Do you think ya'll could pull that off? A party? Maybe everyone could write something, to give to the kids/grandkids etc. You know? But please, I beg you, no funeral. I don't have a religious bone in my body and I don't want someone who never even knew the me of me trying to comfort the people I love the most.
Yeah, I know, that's kinda morbid sounding, but I'm just saying. NO FUNERAL. GOT IT?!
Like this blog will be around then.
Can you imagine if Cullen had to hear every thought that goes in this thing? Lord, if he thinks I'm crazy now. HAH! If he ever got a hold of what I DON'T say. :P
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