Upon my demise...

I ask, to whomever discovers this digital amendment to my last will and testament, to carry out this final wish.
Among my possessions there will be a list. The names upon this list will be comprised of some of my deepest and sincerest friends...I want you to mail them a letter.
It is to read:
Dear (Insert respective name here),

Fuck you. Haha, I fooled you. For years, even decades, I've quietly played along with the charade. In these past few moments you probably thought of the breath leaving a dear old friend and anxiously opened this note, the last memory I would leave you with. I just want you to know that I loved you, but every day I contemptuously fucked, sucked, and seduced you in mind. It was a silent protest of the terms I had to accept to know you and with this note I can die happy knowing now we are even. My passion was subjugated and your fantasy destroyed.

Best wishes and godspeed,

Chad Thomas Webb