To Whom It May Concern,
In the case of a rapture event, or any other occurrence resulting in my disappearance and believed to be attributable to the supernatural, I hereby declare that these words reflect my final wishes.
I wish that my stereo be given to John. He was always sort of a jerk to me, so I figure he will probably be left behind anyway.
To my neighbor, who always kept me awake with his late night parties and inconsiderate choice of outdoor lighting, I leave my car, which should be no more than a smoldering pile of brimstone by the time he gets it.
All my other possessions I give to Ari. He does a lot of charity work with children, and will need the money, plus everyone knows the Jews are a doomed people.
These are my final requests, and I hope that they will be honored, even by you godless unrapturables.
Enjoy the Anti-Christ, ye workers of iniquity,
The Honorable Flamingo
P.S. Although the end is near and I think everyone must prepare, I hope you will still all buy the book I am planning to write: Why I'm in Heaven and You're Not.
1 comment:
...you're crazy.
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