A friend (who I have sadly fell out of touch with), and I agreed that should the other die first, the remaining individual would have to get drunk, go to the graveyard and carve, ‘better to burn out than to fade away’ into whatever headstone was erected.
The stuff you think of when you’re teenagers.
Obviously now I’m a grown up my feelings are far more mature.
(You’ll have already read this if you get the outcast)
If I die, I would like to be stuffed full of sweets and hung from a tree while a group of children are given large sticks with barbed wire wrapped round the end. Pinata!!!
“Look mummy, I hit him right up the crack!”
Once my skin has been split and I have dispensed my final load I’d recommend my rotting body is either thrown in a skip or dried out and used to provide fuel to old people who can’t afford to heat their homes.