When the End Comes...

I don't want to be remembered. If there must be a funeral I don't want any "Melody was such a... blah blah blah". I don't want that. I don't want visiting. I want it over in a day and everything done. I don't need to be buried in a cemetery. Bury me next to Brandy in the woods. That's fine.
I want Dave to have my cat. I can't think of anyone else who would take care of a cat as well as he would and she deserves the best in kitty kare. Dave can also have my history books and intellectually ones. Marie can have any classical englishy ones she wants. Mary, my movies and music as well as my writing. Be sure to get it all off the computer before you get rid of it or anything or you can have it, it works better than yours. ;) Marie should take my clothes, cause she likes alot of them and she's the only one I know who could fit into them. Make sure my sister gets my jewelry making stuff as well as my rings. I think that's all the important stuff.
I never had a list of things to do before I died... never one was one to do that. Like you know, education, career, love, children, travelling.. never really thought about what I wanted to accomplish first. Meh. I guess when it happens you can't really help it huh? Its not like you can just pause things and do everything you wanted to do then press play again.
Anyways... gonna go clean house.