Dandelions

Currently, I am hacking up my lungs.

If tomorrow, or at some other point in the near future, you learn of my death, I want to make it known that I died from the act of my lungs exiting my body through the painful thrust that is involved in the act of coughing due to a sickness.

Let it be known that I am not planning to end my life in any way, shape, or form. I simply have a fear of my lung leaving it's happy home within my body.

If I DO die of the lack of a lung, please, do not send me flowers. I am officially requesting to have dandelions sent to my funeral. Yes, I want you to send weeds to my funeral. They are cheap, abundant, and amazingly pretty. I love dandelions, so the least you could do when I die would be to send me a bouquet of weeds. This is all that I ask.