Enzo Baldoni, the Italian freelance journalist and author behind Bloghdad who was kidnapped in Iraq and ultimately executed this past week left behind a testament so touching and disarming for its simplicity, sincerity, and unabashed romance:
"[At my funeral] I want people to smile -- did you notice? Funerals always end up with someone smiling: it's natural, it's Life taking over Death. And let people smoke freely anything they like; I'd also be pleased if new love stories would come out, and I'd even consider some aloof sex as an offer to Life rather than an offense to Death. At about eight-nine o'clock, with little or no ceremony, bring my coffin silently to the crematory, while the party and the music should last until late night. About my ashes... throw them into the sea, I'd say. Or do as you want, who fucking cares."