Bury Me in My Rain Boots: A Most Curious Sort of Will Bare Naked Worship: Finding the Sacred in the Ordinary

I wish to be buried in my rain boots. Any ones will do, though I most prefer the yellow ones with chickens striding cross. I do have black and white polka dot ones, however, and of course the black and white zebra stripe ones with purple laces that I found in a curious little thrift shop in LA with Zoe. There are my trusty red ones, which are my second choice, though they do have a couple of holes in them. Don’t brush my hair or put make-up on me, for I wish to meet my Maker in my original packaging....