I just wanted six billion human beings to break down in tears for losing humankind's Greatest Hero; sixty millions to name their children after me. Six millions to convert to a religion that considers me it's One and Only True God and remain faithful forever; six hundred thousands to pray to my Saintly Soul every single day for the rest of their and their children's lives. Sixty thousands to suffer serious depression because of the trauma of my death. And six thousand or so to commit suicide in my honor, after sacrificing six thousand bulls each. Oh, and my legacy will henceforth be abused every single year in some sort of grand festival all over the world that has even more blatant commercialism than Christmas which could easily bankrupt Japan.
Who needs music?
Or I could, you know, just don't die.![]()
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