> 1978 - <%year_of_my_death>, but … Spoilers. *thank you to whoever just filled that in. You have earned the right to delete this and write whatever you’ve been waiting to say about me [[my time#Posthumous Note|here]]. Also, now that I’m done with it, remember to cremate my body, or dispose of it in a more [[sustainable]] manner. Also, don’t forget to play [[Do You Realize??]] at ~~my funeral~~ your (annual?) party held in memory of me. ## my time The concept of “my time” is a very strange thing. Some think that it is easy to define by writing the date of my birth, followed by a dash, followed by the date of my death. Some might go even further. If they a) have something to say about me, and b) have the proper tools on hand, they might share a word, a sentence, or some [[Hunter S. Thompson#Death|gonzo sky writing]] about me. However, if you know me at all, you’ll know that I refuse to think about it in that way. It’s really the day that I was born, preceded by everything that has ever been, and then ~~a dash~~ [[The Dash]], followed by everything that ever will be until the inevitable collapse of the universe. “My time” may even continue on long after that. ~~Who knows?~~ Only [[The Doctor]] knows. ## Posthumous Note To be written by someone whom I (most likely) love very dearly.