Tis The Will Of The Blog

So Trav and I were talking this weekend about our blogs, and how they are good for nothing. We're just hogging our little corner of the Internet world, wasting precious space that could instead be used for stem cell research or some other purpose. That isn't really my concern though. All that matters to me is that I get to blog for free, and that I can write whatever the hell I want (that last sentence made it sound like I'm in a bad mood but really I'm not, I just wanted to say it). Anyways, we did decide that it would be good to write our Will's in a blog so that if we were to ever pass on there would at least be some method to the madness of what to do with our remains and our remaining possessions (Note: do not despair my faithful readers. I am not planning on passing away any time in the to distant future, you just can never be to safe these days. I could get hit by the Heber Creeper or a ceiling tile could fall on me or any other tragedy could take place. I am only taking the necessary legal steps should disaster strike.

My Will is very simple. Due to my current financial situation, I do not have millions of taxable dollars that need to be carefully secured and distributed to a select few. Instead, my meager funds should be given to charity, preferably one designated to the construction of a new school somewhere so that kids don't have to go to a school where the roof leaks and the cafeteria is condemned. My sister Chelsea can have my truck (it is almost as pathetic as my meager funds), or it can be sold and the funds can be put towards the purchase of a new form of transportation, that will be left up to Travis. My birds will be left in the possession of Travis, and he will be left with the task of cleaning their cage, feeding them, ect. He must be diligent in this, or possession of the birds will be transfered to my father. If neither of these parties are interested in caring for the poor beasts, they will be cremated and their ashes will be scattered over Deer Creek. My fish should be tagged and set free in the Provo River so that they can spread their disease to all the other fish in the world. Red pin nights must still continue in my absence, but Trav must find a new bowling partner (preferably a hot female). Also, every time Trav gets a strike on a red pin he must pound his chest and point to the sky and remember all the times that we bowled together. If I die before Rob does, someone please give him a bottle of anti heart attack pills in my name. It has been written that Rob must die a tragic death, and someone really needs to get him those pills. My last wish is that at my funeral, the closing song be "Highway To Hell" and that after the priest blesses my grave there be a display of fireworks. Thats all for now. More to come.