And another thing ... When I die, and it becomes apparent that I died without ever doing any of the crazy stuff you (or someone else) dreamed up about me -- that it was all just lies and paranoia and I really was the nice guy you first knew I was -- I hope you'll have the decency to admit you were wrong, and ask my Ghost and God for forgiveness.

I certainly don’t mean it to be insulting or hurtful or anything else negative. But surely you knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t support that type of behavior. Financially or otherwise. Old pic snooping was one thing, back in the day, when I still wasn't sure, when I was curious about the riddle of you, but this self-demeaning, self-destructive garbage is quite another. I won't support it. No. Sorry. No membership. No “K” calls. None of that “P”-word stuff. Absolutely not. I do not want to see it.* And it’s not because I don’t care; it’s because I do. * (A quick, look-in now and then to check on health, or to feed the ache of the absence, not included. That's different. That's real, born of concern and affection, not lascivious. I ain't one of them, and you should know it.)