Morbidity of sorts…

So my friends and I normally have these silly exchanges…calling first dibs on each others possessions should the demise of said individual happen. Today dibs were called on my shot glasses, bracelets, music, books and candles by her because she has the spare key to my apt, she can come and pick up the ‘dibbed’ before calling the cops or whoever about my passing. Ok I know, not funny but think about it these are material things that I don’t want to be buried with….ok maybe our sense of humor is far left or whatever. Also, what better people to have my stuff than those with whom I’ve shared laughs and oh so much more with. I told her on a serious that, if she did that, I think I’d come back to haunt her just for the heck of it…to keep the laughs going, right. She’ll arrange dibbed candles for a nice relaxing bath and just when she’d least expect it, in sweeps in my ghost, lights candles and elevates em, doing some synchronizing moves. And theeeeeeeeeen and then when she goes to sleep I can deejay for her. Ok I’m done with that.

Do you guys have a living will? I’ve been saying I’ll put one together for years now. I actually did years ago but for some reason never got to print and or sign it. I need to do this. If I died out of Kenya, I’d like to be cremated and have my remains sent to my family. Ok I’m done with the morose! Word to the wise…keep a living will…