If I'm dead Tomorrow...

There are helicopters circling the neighborhood at a low altitude with their lights shining on the ground. I always assume the worst... so.....

There's a blood-thirsty axe murderer on the loose looking for his next helpless victim. There is absolutely no other explanation. If I'm not alive tomorrow, remember the good times you've hade with me. I want Lady Gaga's new song "Born this way" played at my funeral, and Chris gets the dog and my super-cool DVD collection and Xbox games.

Bye world. It's been cool.

Ps. For future reference, if anyone ever played Lady Gaga at my funeral, I'd haunt them for the rest of their lives. That would be a horrible decision.