When I die

When I die I want the corpse that I had inhabited to be mulched. Put it in a mulcher and grind it up. Collect the pulpy mess in zip-loc bags and give them to my family and/or friends. I ask then that they all go out and plant a garden with my pulp. In the garden they must plant avocado trees and cayenne peppers. Someday they must all gather together and eat a spicy guacamole from my garden. It should be fresh, delicious, and painful. There will not be a dry eye after eating my spicy guacamole. Feed it to my friends, and feed it to those who hated me. everybody will get a chance to suffer the sweet, delicious, and painful experience that is honoring my death.