W. Kay Jones

The usual notices are not what I want at all. The people who knew me... knew me. The people who didn't know me won't be impressed by who my parents were, where I went to school or the BS accomplishments in my life. I've already blown through two of three goals in life...live fast, die young and leave a pretty corpse. The living fast part was still doable, but at a slower rate. So I don't think it's worth the obscene cost of a picture. The people who knew me know the wrinkles and so forth, they wouldn't know the 30-year-old me. Skip the picture. Write this:

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserve body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Grey Goose in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WOO HOO what a ride! While alive, she LIVED.