When I die, I want a bench. Some people want to burn out bright with lavish funerals or moving memorials, but I only want a bench that's dedicated to me. I don't care where, really, but maybe I'll think of a good place someday (hopefully I have a while before I have to choose). Somewhere where you can go and think. Somewhere you can go with a friend. Somewhere you can go by yourself.
Anyway, wherever that is, I just want a bench.
And on that bench, I want a plaque that says, "You are not alone."
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