“Excuse the blood, but I have slit my wrists and neck. It was the intention that I would die in the woods so that it would take a few days before I was possibly found. I belong in the woods and have always done so. No one will understand the reason for this anyway. To give some semblance of an explanation I’m not a human, this is just a dream and soon I will awake. It was too cold and the blood was coagulating all the time, plus my new knife is too dull. If I don’t succeed dying to the knife I will blow all the ♥♥♥♥ out of my skull. Yet I do not know. I left all my lyrics by ‘Let the good times roll'—plus the rest of the money. Whoever finds it gets the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thing. As a last salutation may I present 'Life Eternal’. Do whatever you want with the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thing. Pelle.”