When i die, my items will go to the one person who has had the greatest influence in my life. Through thick and thin, through good and bad, ill and hale, this bastard has stuck with me all my life, and only through death will this come undone. This person, who has provided for even my basic needs when his own weren't met, is the one person who will ever be worthy of my bow [T]ie, and the one person worthy of my age-old set and garish colours.
I am, of course, talking about myself, so ha. :V
