My Last Will and Testament

I am dead now. Please don't cry too much.A little will not kill you.Crying is not what killed me.Perhaps a lack of crying did it.But really I mean it, don't cry for me...Instead, celebrate my death.Maybe red balloons would be in order and a cake.I loved yellow cake with chocolate frosting.A little coconut with that never hurt anyone.Have a party. Wear paper hats. Have a drink on me.I was always a fan of red wine and salty margaritas.Have a good laugh at my expense.I was never good at formal jokes, but you know I could make you laugh....hard.Remember how much fun we had togetherwhoever you are I know we had fun.Sing songs about me.You should know that in the shower I thought I was the next Whitney Houston.Remember some of you, how we would randomly break out into song. Do that for me again. One more time.In reality, I am just a song that is over.If you never showed up in my life but are showing up at my funeral. Fuck you. Go back home.I would like to leave my brain to Donald Trump, there is an instruction manual attached.Use it you fool.I am leaving my entire wardrobe to a small village in India.I have enough clothes to clothe a small village.I'm leaving my eyes for my blind father.He's the only one who really saw who I am.My heart is for anyone, literally anyone who thinks that love is just a feeling.My legs are for the man on the subway in New York who threatened to kill me because I sat in the Handicapped section. He was in a wheelchair with no legs. He can have mine, he got his wish, I'm dead.And my spirit I leave to all of you.My spirit has not died, I'm still here in this room.Please know that I stand next to youwhen you think of me or desire me to.I'm your dead friend.good bye for now onlynina