When I die, I want all of my closest friends and relatives to go down to the flea market, and buy some memorial tribute car window stickers to show the world how much I meant to them. Now, if any of you are rich at that time and have really nice cars, I DONT want you to get a sticker. I want the really poor fuckup ones with shit heap cars to become my eternal monument. A sticker with my name and birth/death date stuck on the cracked window of an 82 Corrolla would really show Jesus what time it is when I show up at the gates. Make sure you spend the extra buck and get some type of descriptive graphic like a baseball, or a fucking Nike emblem that you chose with love from the ten choices they rock. Just remember, everytime you drive that shitter, I will be a spirit in the passenger seat- trying to yank the wheel every time you go over a bridge.
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