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So this is what it's come to...two letters on a merry Monday morning; one from Alzheimer's Research and the other from Kingfisher Independent Funeral Services.  The Alzheimer's Research was just asking for a donation but it had a heart-rending story of a woman exactly my age!! and exactly what happened to her symptom by symptom.  The first thing I do is to check my symptoms, memory loss certain, forgetting phone numbers just to start with and progressing along to the end game at great speed.  It must be a symptom of a character lack that I check my own memory and think about myself first and then think about the donation.

Then the Funeral Service letter which tells me that I can pay in advance!!  I can pay for my funeral at today's price and that is a benefit because it may cost more when I finally peg it.  It also says that they will listen to what I want!  How, I ask you can they listen to what I want when I am dead or listen is a mystery!  I progress from mildish memory loss to the previously described end.

So, I'll tell you what...I would like everyone who might still be around to come to my funeral to be a teeny bit sad and maybe a bit of sad music (perhaps the pacobel canon will do it) will bring a tear or two even to those who don't like me and then I would like everyone as many as care, to meditate so a still still essence wafts whatever I then am towards whatever I am going to become.

And just in case you think I have forgotten what the answer to the riddle about there being 8 Edmunds in Singapore and that without anyone else coming in by aeroplane, they would become 9, the answer is Benji Richard Arthur who arrived by stork.  Well done the abracadabra girl, it must be your magic.