Hypocondriac

Don't you ever feel like a hypoconriac? I know that I do. If I have trouble breathing, I have to give everyone around me my last wishes. I have actually gone to the doctor several times because I honest-to-Heaven thought that I was dying. Everyone thinks it's funny. I just wait for the day that my worst fear comes true. Wow. Thinking about it, I'm going to be one neurotic old lady! Hopefully my life lasts that long. Now, I'm not feeling very well right now, so I think that this is as good opportunity as any to leave my final wishes with you. Please make sure that they all happen. If you don't, I'll have to haunt to or something. We'll see.
Anyway, here they are:
1. On my head stone I want one those cool things that has a picture of the dead person (which will be me in this case).
2. I want my friends to sing at my funeral.
3. I want my funeral to be a celebration of life, rather than a mourning of death.
4. On memorial day, I would like my flowers to be put in Pork and Beans cans (with the wrapper still on so that I can still enjoy my favorite food).
5. My money goes to my parents, my clothes to my sister, my fairy stuff to Trixie, and journals need to go somewhere really special, they are my favorite possessions... I have to think about this one. Don't worry, they'll be enough stuff for everyone.
6. I am a donor (well, that's what it says on my license, but I haven't actually donated). If I by some chance die in an accident (even though I won't be able to worry about that one ahead of time- shucks!) I would like to donate any of my organs that are needed or can be given.

These are my wishes. So let it be written, so let it be done. Like I said, if these things are ignored, you'll be sorry. I won't let you into the kingdom that you are aiming for, or something like that. Is that threatening enough? Oh, and I might think of more wishes as I sit in the in the waiting area at the doctors. I'll be sure to let you know....