When I die, I want my cremains turned into pencils.
I don’t want the urn, though. I’d like the Wife to divvy up the pencils, maybe keep a few for herself, but distribute the rest to my kids and my friends.
I want my kids to use them in the future, to create with them. I want guys like Brian, John, Cullen, and Ommus to jot in their notebooks with them. I want Russ to pencil his artwork and draw character sketches with them.
What better way to live forever than to be a part of their work?