Sometimes I wonder what would happen in the event I passed on unexpectedly. What happens with all my stuff and do I want more than my close friends to know? Should I be 24 and have a will dictating how to spread my useless junk amongst family and friends? Of course, not that I really have anything anybody would want or I think means all that much to myself or anybody except for my instruments.
I don’t know why I’m writing any of this. I suppose my recent nightmares might be to blame, but I highly doubt it.