My funeral is exactly as I’d envisioned: Shasta daisies and giant Calla Lilies just like the kind that grow around Alcatraz Island.

They even got the songs right: Don’t Fear the Reaper and Jambalaya. The part that goes, “Goodbye Joe, me gotta go…me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou…” Spot On!

Not much of a turn-out, but then, who’s left?

I’d been dreaming of this moment for years.

In a few minutes I’ll be with the people and pets I love best—forever!

I’m living the dream, man!

Finally.