A long time ago, the Mayan Empire fell. No one knows exactly what happened, but there are many theories:
They were farmers, so maybe there wasn’t enough water or farmland.
They were invaded by the Spaniards, and because they didn’t want to become Christians, they were forced into slavery.
Some think it could have been a climatic change or an earthquake.
Maybe they had an epidemic and no medicine.
I prefer to combine these theories and say:
They didn’t live in Iowa…with the most amazing farmland, and (usually) lots of water, and they didn’t choose to love God, so they got zapped with some kind of peculiar unicorn flu, and then they got sucked up in a big giant hole (along with the unicorns), never to be heard from again.
Nevertheless, they had some sort of papyrus or big stone wheel or something that told them the world was ending…and I TOTALLY believe them!
Since neither of my parents had their affairs in order when they passed away, I feel it’s important for me to do so.
So, until the 21st of this month, I’ll be posting my Last Will and Testament here (and on Facebook) for all of you to read, so that, if there are any survivors of the impending apocalypse, they will know what to do with my things.
Sometimes the names will be omitted to protect some of the people I cherish, and preserve the memories I hold dear.
I’ll do a couple of them the first few days to catch up…then one a day after that. Enjoy the crazy… :)