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When I die,
I want to be donated to science. I doubt there will be anything too interesting about my corpse, but if I can be used productively, science has dibs.
If the scientists don’t want me, I want to be cremated and have my ashes used to plant a tree. Nothing too special. An oak tree. Or a maybe a maple, just like the one we have in the drive way.
When I die, I don’t want to go to waste.
"… the false sense of security emitted by a hot chocolate wielding mother at two o’clock in the morning."
Me, age 15
"It was as if I had taken one step forward and two steps back into a closet full of claustrophobic pessimists."
Me, age 12
everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
-Kurt Vonnegut
BOO
