you all have permission to come to my funeral and give wildly conflicting accounts of my life
Please. I want nothing more than to be shrouded in a confusing mesh of myth and fact
Come in cosplay, too, and if some of you can sing Britney Spears songs as opera’s for no real reason but to mess with people, I’d appreciate it.
The other rules are
-Stay in character
-contradict each other at every turn
-agree with each other about everything.