What I don't want this to be is a chance for me, or anyone
else, to be maudlin. I'm dead. That sucks, at least for me and my family and
friends. But all the tears in the world aren't going to bring me back, so I
would prefer that people remember the good things about me rather than mourning
my loss. (If it turns out a specific number of tears will, in fact, bring me
back to life, then by all means, break out the onions.) I had a pretty good
life, as I noted above. Sure, all things being equal I would have preferred to
have more time, but I have no business complaining with all the good fortune
I've enjoyed in my life. So if you're up for that, put on a little 80s music
(preferably vintage 1980-1984), grab a Coke and have a drink with me. If you
have it, throw 'Freedom Isn't Free' from the Team America soundtrack in; if you
can't laugh at that song, I think you need to lighten up a little. I'm dead, but
if you're reading this, you're not, so take a moment to enjoy that happy
fact.