I read a very nice post by tkcoyote. He and I think alike. When my time comes, have a celebration of my life, not a funeral. Here are the rules:
Anyone who cries has to do a shot.
With all my friends having every weird fetish in the book, there must be someone into necrophilia. Go for it!
Since I have a permanent account, this post will hopefully remain until my death. Leave a comment with the month and year that I will die. Whoever gets the closest gets all of my fursuits, except the one I will be buried in.
Leave a bottle of Bombay Sapphire in the coffin so in case I am not really dead, I can still enjoy a few more martinis.
I want all my "paw"-bearers to be in fursuit.
I want Lyle Lovett's "Bears" played.
Let's hope this doesn't happen for a long time. And let's hope that is true for all of us in the furry family.