I actually did fill up a living will. Just because my parents were worried about what my wants/desires would be in case I ever became stuck to a machine with no way to respond.
I basically told them: "That machine better be a T-800 body with the outer physical coating of a Mr. Olympia." (Terminator reference for those not in the know)
This story pretty much came out from filling that form.
*picture is originally from https://weheartit.com/entry/10399171
Just in Case
I wrote a living will for my family.
In it I asked them to cremate my body and to mix the ashes with the soil. To leave a part of me in America: my adopted country feeding me experience, joys, and pain—while paying rent.
I begged them...
Take my heart back to the Philippines. I don’t care in what form or shape: whole, cremated, or pickled (God forbid they actually do this). Back to my childhood home, and family.
Though I may be far from the ones I love.
My heart belongs to them in life, and in death.