In the event that I die in tomorrows rebellion,
please leave the following items to my son:

My grandmother's locket, my best pair of stockings,
and the ownership of our shack.
Give him my shoes, and make sure he doesn't lose,
the key to the shed in the back.
Tell him to take care of Buddy, clean him when he's muddy,
and don't leave him out in the sun.
I know it's not much, but it's all I got,
worth giving to my beloved son.

But most of all, do not forget,
your heritage, your name.
That of all things, I want you to keep,
and take it to the grave.