Kid Cudi — Twitter Note 2 2015

My casket needs to be 100% rose gold-plated I wanna be in my ripped Levis jeans And my Incesticide Nirvana t-shirt with my Converse Don't cut my hair No matter what, keep the casket closed Send my body to space to be buried on the moon Or sent through a wormhole with all my music And my story on a jump drive, if possible Upon my death, all rivalries are deaded Dance and celebrate, no sadness Let my fans have a seperate funeral for me So my family can mourn privately Cremation if there's barely anything left of me Or else dig up my dad's body and bury us together Whenever my mom sees fit Funeral must be [redacted]