Who gets your lazors when you die?

While I like to find humor in almost everything this topic is serious.


That became very evident to me when one of our great vets (and BFF here) was diagnosed with Cancer. (He, btw, is doing much better and may have beaten it)
It made me ask myself
'what will happen to my lasers and related stuff should I pass suddenly?'

My brother would be at a loss for ideas if this happened. He is the only close family that I have( maybe that is why I consider my brothers here at LPF to be family too, even you TJ)

I have given my brother instructions on how I would like this handled. He is to invite my closest BFFs(from LPF,PL and others) here and some members who are also casual friends that live not too far away to come to my house, and take anything they would like. All the rest of my junk goes to the thrft shop that locally raises lots of $$ for the SPCA.

I really cannot think of any other good solution.

No room for any lazors up my ass as some have implied that my head is already there.

I am being cremated so that idea is out anyway.
ha ha

anselm said:

I'll believe that, you spell like a zombie after all....:crackup:

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Peace,
dave

Yeah, sorry that was a cheap shot towards Flaminpyro. Maybe I should've explicitly said: "just kidding".
But I don't get your point in its entirety...:thinking:
Did I misspell something?

Just keep the head alive so it can still see the colourful beams.......

Why ask? You could drop me a pm before starting this whole topic and i would have the perfect solution!

My lasers...well im 21 and much can happen. But atm i hereby declare lpf may have them in a lottery, where only people with >200 posts can win.

I only have 2 lasers, so I guess it wouldnt be to hard to shove up my arse. I do have a pile of laser junk, and unfinished projects though. PM me your addresses, and I'll leave a note in my project box. No one else would want it, and I'd rather see you guys get it than it hitting the trash.

My whole life I've always thought I was going to die at 44. Well I'm 44 now, so you never know.