  You both are pervs...Rori, I wouldn't ask you to have sex with my soon to be husband after I die anymore than I would call you to let you know that I pooped today. Perhaps I should have made myself more clear...::clears throat:: If I was dying, for arguments sake, let's say of, oh....i don't know...the west nile virus. I would ask you, Rori, being one of my dearest friends to take care of Josh, not in the sexing him up kind of way....but in the usual sisterly nice sort of way. I know that you too are not really all that chummy as of now, but I hope, that in my death you two would be closer...Here again...not in the perv way, but in the platonic way.
I should hope that if I die, you're first insticnt would not be of hopping in to bed with Josh, but more like making him a casserole, which is what good southern girls are supposed to do. I was in hope, in my former blog, making a joke, of killing him or "taking care of him"...which I see now was one of my greatest errors.
It was apparently far to vague. Now that I've cleared this up...I also must stress... that if I were to die, please don't kill Josh justifing yourself through this blog thinking it was one of my last wishes...I do not wish him dead anymore that I wish for you to have sex with him. I do apologize for the confusion, Sincerly and with Deepest Respects, Sarah 
