My Last Words

It's hard to say what my last words would be. I'd like to say that there is something profound I would say, but I really can't think of anything. And I doubt my Alzheimer-ridden brain will recall anything deep either. I definitely hope that I die in a non-violent manner, and hopefully after a long, full life. Dying is not something I'm scared of. At most, I fear for those I'm close to having to deal with the absence and sadness, especially those without a knowledge of the plan of salvation. Death will be so great. I'll finally be out of this filthy, rotten world and a bit closer to God. I look forward to seeing all of my deceased friends and family (and my dog Sasha...she died laying on my shoes before Seminary one morning). And I hope that when I'm gone people will remember me as the person that I am, not just the logical one. But my personality, I like to think, is a lot more goofy and carefree than that. I don't know my exact words to those who will be near me when I'm on my deathbed. But my last publicly seen words will probably just be brief and to the point. In explanation, probably a Facebook status saying:

"Death? Still winning."