Learning To Love You More

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I want to be cremated and put in pepper shakers in restaurants all over the country. This plan requires a small army of non-squeamish people to carry out my subterfuge, though, so I came up with a simpler approach. I now want to be cremated and have my ashes divided into lots of tiny ziplock baggies to be distributed to everyone at my funeral. Everyone can do with me what they want after that. If they liked me a lot, well, I'd certainly love to have them sprinkle their baggie full o'Amy in some place beautiful and/or special to them. If they didn't like me overmuch, well, they can flush me, or add me to their kitty litter. Everyone will get a final say as to where I will rest, according to how they felt about me. I would like it, though, if someone were able to dump just a little bit of me off the good ship Beaver in Boston Harbor while shouting "NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!" I believe my spirit would be very pleased. Or hell, Cadillac Mountain is good, too. The proposal that begun there can be finished with my dust.