Rob Vincent is preparing to die.
Vadadoriya, Batukbhai (1990-08-14)
Vag, Yaron (1979-04-20)
Vaid, Kant (1975-11-12)
VAJPAYEE, ABEER (1983-12-26)
Valentine, Nigel (1971-03-23)
Valo, Clare (1990-01-20)
Van Der Hoosen, Ruddiger (1976-12-07)
Van Der Put, Cees (1977-09-30)
Vardanian, Gor (1978-02-27)
Vasquez, Michael (1993-08-28)
Vaughan, Megan (1984-02-01)
Veil, Calpurnie Moreen Proodence (1988-04-18)
Velasco, Elizabeth (1990-02-01)
Verkade, Alex (1976-09-30)
Vicious, Shelest (0000-00-00)
Vincent, Jade (1990-06-29)
Vincent, Rob (1977-11-12)
Voigt, Valerie (1953-10-10)
Von Sexmachine, Billiam (1988-01-07)
Voskoboinikov, Michelle (0000-00-00)
I want my body to be donated to medical science, and some hideous parts of me to be used in elaborate pranks amongst medical students. "Say Jim, is that a vas deferens in your morning coffee?" "Aggh! Bob, you bastard!" etc.
Wherever the future golf pros throw my bits and pieces.
Eclectic Witch. Ask some of my friends, they'll point you toward the right folks to handle it.
I want everyone to show up. Everyone. Except that one guy, of course.
Take whatever stupid pop song MTV and the big radio stations are flogging to death that week, and play it backwards. Then play some Glenn Miller.
Read the Charge of the Star Goddess, and then the source code to DeCSS.
"Please find whoever ignored the rest of my wishes and actually had me buried in a cemetary, and kick them in the head for me."
He died much as he lived... not really moving around all that much.
I want to be remembered by having a really nasty computer virus named after me.