If I ever turn up incoherent in Baltimore, figure out why I died before you bury me please. And for the love of all things holy, don't let someone who hates me write my eulogy. Also, there will be no marrying of thirteen year old cousins (obviously).
It would be nice to manage a decent short story though.
For the sake of argument I put a different book snipped in their thing, and it gave me Cory Doctorow--who I'd never read and I've just fallen in love with the first twenty pages of Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom.