I guess because I revere mortality, feeling that the only thing that gives human life value is the fact that, much like gold, you can only ever get so much of it, makes me inhuman.

I never really feel that the dead leave us as long as we remember them, and in their passing validate our own survival. I hope that when I die, people are happy that they're still alive, and much like my father, I plan for my funeral to be an absolutely rocking kegger, with not one, but two clowns, and an assortment of cake.

Seriously, to whom it concerns, don't reply to this Journal, what you said to me this morning was awfully painful.