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Andrea Warner
Vancouver, British Columbia CANADA
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I know that my friends and my family will be really sad when I die, but I hope they don't get too caught up in the concept of burial and stuff. I'd like some sort of small commemorative stone, or maybe a bench or a small wooden footbridge in a park dedicated to my memory, maybe with a quote from one of my short stories or something. And, ultimately, this might be morbid, but I'd like my ashes made into beautiful glass pieces of jewelry. Bright, deep crimsons, silvers, turquoise, violets--colours that have at least two syllables in their names. I want the people I leave behind to know that I love them. That they were loved. Sometimes we think that no one really loves us. It's nice to remember that usually someone does.
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