Speaking of which, it is my wish to be cremated. Please place my remains in a Coca-Cola cup and leave me under a bleacher at Fenway Park during the next World Series. I mean it. Don’t take me out after the game. Leave me there and just let me be swept away with the empty beer bottles and hot-dog wrappers. That trash always made me so happy. Made me feel like I was in a place where people were really living.
