1 To whomever this may concern,

_A added page at the front of the oldest legible dated diary ( xxxxxx of the old calendar). _

To whomever this may concern,

It's hard to explain how things lead to now. I am sure when it will be my turn someday. I hope that I will be discovered by someone kind. Someone that can respect my wishes, whom actually would bother reading my letter.

Even in the moment of writing something so honest, I doubt that it will matter. Hardly anyone wants to think about what happens to themselves after death. Before the mess of it all, it were a taboo to socially talk of dying. In recent forced events, I hope that those type of people out there change their mind. It a peace to the rest of us to know the wishes of the passing. To have something of a understood preference.

Put it simply, I wish to be cremated.

By any managing means possible. If it means just beheading my corpse and throwing my head into a fire. I don't mind. Just anything to prevent becoming not myself. I don't want to be mindless shamble like those in the videogames of yesteryear.

I am not particularly religions.

I don't need any fancy funeral.

I want people I care about to move on and remember me for whom I am. To smile at the good memories and not wallow about how I went.

Most of all, I don't want to be a danger to you. I don't want to kill people or cause them harm. If it is to risky to for fill my request - I would never blame you.

Please live without regret and stay strong. You are not alone.

There is always someone else that needs your hands. Hopefully a living person.

I wish you good fortune in your travels, stranger.