So, I still don't want to die.

I do, however, have a good idea of how I want to die. I hope it's something heroic, so I don't have time to think about it. If it's not, I guess I can deal. Surround me with love, distract me from my fear. If I have a lover I hope they'll be holding me. It would be nice to be outside. I'd feel a little less afraid, if I was outside.

Please, no-chemicals. Put me in the ground. Let me become soil. Let me feed the earth. Natural burial is my choice. I'd like a shroud, preferably something colourful. But if you want to build me a coffin, I'm okay with that too, just as long as it has meaning for you. Once I'm dead, by death belongs to you.

Throw a party, don't be sad. Pig out on some gourmet vegan food, look through my Instagram, laugh and cry because I lived and I loved and now I'm teaching you how to let go. 

If you can, have a home funeral for me. It's not that hard, I've even outlined it for you on this website. Be with my body and say goodbye as the energy fades from me and I become nothing more than food for bacteria. DO NOT dress me in something somber. I want colour. And flowers in my hair. Actually, if you could cover me in flowers, that would be great. The idea of being at one with the earth is very comforting to me.

When I'm gone, please remember me. Remember kindess and love above all else. You can remember my glare and my stuborness if you want, too, everyone always points out my glare.

If you need help, ask for me. If I can send my energy to you, I will. Maybe one day you will be coming to meet me. I hope so.

Peace and love and all that hippy-dippy stuff,

Mia