Give my car to Johnny Dogs, my wine to The Garrison pub, my horses to someone who’s no work for them, my bullets to someone who’s no names to write on them, and my guns to someone who has no use for them. Once, I nearly got f*****g everything. But nearly doesn’t count. But throughout it all, I had me family. We are reunited now, in whichever place will have us. Burn my body. Let the ash blow. I am free.[voiceover]
