I want to die at the right moment. Here are my terms.

I want to die at the end of summer. That way, I would have enjoyed a summer, and wouldn’t have to go through another winter. I’d die fully charged, perfectly tanned, and having partied my ass off.

I want to die right after ending a relationship. That way, I would go satisfied, but without regret. I wouldn’t be sand, rather, I would have just died after enjoying a good relationship.

I want to die after having accrued a lot of debt, all spent on fun things, and with the debt being due in the near future.

I want to die after becoming famous, even if by mistake. Just as soon as that bubble is about to burst.

Bottomline, I want to leave when I’m at the top of my game. Fuck it all and no regrets…

I even know someone who would embalm me all nice and pretty.