Directions to My Daughter on My Passing from this Temporal Place

My headstone will have this moniker chiseled into the granite

– GMAROCKSON –

Underneath a number equaling the number of days I finally live on this planet.

The headstone, the last visible vestige of my life, silently watching over the buried urn where most of my ashes will reside.

You should visit once a year – not to bring flowers, well unless you want to. You do need to bring some sort of music player (who knows what will be available by then) and put on the best rock n roll, crazy, Indie, Alternative, Psychedelic, hard rock play list ever and dance on my grave! Smoke some ganja, have some wine, cheese and crackers, whatever suits you and whoever you bring with. Get down and rock out; remember me, have fun and reconnect with GMAROCKSON in your heart again.

Now as for the rest of the ashes that won’t be in the urn. Your other mission after I pass on is to take some of my carbon footprint, fly or drive (your preference) to Palm Springs, CA, rent a really fast, upscale, convertible sports car - a speedy, classy, chassis and head out Ramon Road. Set your iPhone playlist to the Bluetooth player in the car, blast the sound up loud enough that you know for certain G’ma can hear you, put the pedal to the metal, head due east towards the dunes and foothills and once you are out past signs of humanity, let those ashes fly on the wind while screaming whoo hoo, boom chakka lakka, FU#K the B or whatever you want.

Like little charred birds, my ashes will rise up above the desert then come to their final rest in the childhood ceremonial grounds where G’ma came of age while she passed through on her journey from there to here.

That last part might be a little tricky, so I understand if you have to do it at night.