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My first will and testimony,
May it not be my last.
Life has been so swell for me,
Thirty-one years have past,

It seems a bit on the early side,
to consider planning death,
But who on earth can estimate,
how much time they have left?

My first request of many for my death,
is burn me til there's nearly nothing left,
nothing but the ashes of my bones
secure them in an urn stored safe at home,

When in fact a member of my blood,
can reach beyond the earth to outer space
be tasked to spread my ashes up above
spread them in a cold and distant place

For dust of ash forms planets, stars, and more
A celestial presence in areas unexplored,
Is more than what I could hope to receive,
When in this life I'm called to take my leave