I must have died alone, a long long time ago.

Feeling: hormonal
Music: David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World
Number of Days 'till Freedom at Last: 4

For those of you who know me too well, I'm in a BDG mood right now and have taken the liberty of creating for you a lineup of songs I would like played at my funeral, should my plane barrel into the Atlantic Ocean and explode into a million billion pieces.

In no particular order: (except for Wild Horses which would be the grand finalle)

David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World
Sheryl Crow - Wild Horses cover
Our Lady Peace - Bring Back the Sun
Outkast - Bombs Over Baghdad (just for kicks)
Sarah McLachlan - Full of Grace
Sarah McLachlan - I Will Remember You (at least one person is going to cry today, dammit!)

...Throw in a few tear-jerking country songs and some Ludwig van Beethoven and I'm all set.

Also I am expecting a dunk tank full of frigid water where my guests can pay homage to me by drowning Bitchface or at least freezing the majority of her man-loving digits off and maybe an arm and a foot.
And after each person delivers their eulogy (I'm expecting many guests) they may partake in a manditory sacking of Whoremonger's peewee eighteen times, each time a tribute to one year of my wonderous life.

Following the service the guests may proceed by limo to my uncle's ginormous house in Montreal where a large pig will be roasted in my honour.

Ta Da!