When I die...

When I die, I want people to remember the good times with me, and the good things. I want people to celebrate my life.

But FIRST, I want everybody to cry A WHOLE LOT. I mean, I want real wailing and misery. I don't feel like you need to go as far as hiring professional mourners, but I want genuine heartwrenching tribulation.

Okay? So, y'know, sure, go ahead and have a joyous party to celebrate my life. But be miserable first, okay?