When I die
I want to be cemaywted and scattered to the wind on the top of the hill below the Craigs, near my childhood home, Smiddy.
To commemorate this event, I would like to have a stone engraved with my name “EL” in the ground next to the Craigs.
My property/possessions/money will go to my four younger sisters or to charity if they don’t want certain things
Everyone can wear what they want at my funeral. Even if its jeans and a t-shirt.
My friends are automatically contacted to inform them of my death
If I do not manage to outlive my mother, she must not be invited to my funeral because shes an abusive piece of shit
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This will possibly be updated every few years because I’m only twenty-seven.