Science, Religion, Politics and in the pursuit of truth – HappyPsychotic

Death

Would I choose death?  If I get to the point where I feel I’m a burden to everyone with no hope of improvement, I would choose death.  I know some people choose death prematurely, not considering the emotional impact of their decision on their friends still alive – I wouldn’t make that mistake.  I.e. if my wife is still with me and still loves me, I’d stick around for her.  And I wouldn’t screw up my suicide attempt either, I’d do it right the first time.  I won’t talk details but how hard can it be?

Funeral

I don’t want a big, expensive, fancy thing.  Why waste money on the dead?  I think cremation with the scattering of the ashes sounds good because a) it’s hopefully cheaper and b) I wouldn’t have a grave site that my family would feel obligated to visit on occasion.  I wouldn’t want people to waste money on flowers and stuff either, save your money, use it on something fun for yourself.  It would be great if they could play some cool rock songs like “Roll On” by Kid Rock.  I guess many relatives would be insulted by the “lack of reverence for the dead”, but I say I’d be insulted if my final requests were ignored.  I don’t want to write down a specific agenda for my funeral because I hope my close friends would know what I want.  Of course, I would like people to talk about how they remember me, but don’t make me out to be a saint because that’s obviously not true.  Tell stories about how I made mistakes and screwed up, make it funny and real.

After the Funeral

I don’t want anyone to mourn my death for a long time.  Get on with your life.  Live, laugh and have fun because your day is coming soon enough.  Don’t waste your life crying.  And don’t worry about forgetting me.  It doesn’t matter.  Even if everyone in the whole world thought of me every day, it doesn’t bring me back, I don’t care, just let it go.  Let me go.

Afterlife

I don’t think there is life after death.  I hope I’m wrong but I doubt it.  If I wake up in Hell, I would be angry that a childish, vindictive God sent me there because I didn’t follow his confusing and contradictory rules.  So I put those chances at very near zero.  If I wake up in heaven – cool.  If I wake up in a hospital because somebody cloned my DNA or implanted my brain into a robot – also cool.

I, Barry, being of sound mind and body, hereby make this my last will and testament dated this 22nd day of November in the year 2008.