"Hey, baby.
Surprise. I know this probably feels a little bit morbid... But I just hate the idea that I'm not gonna be there to see Du freak out over turning 30. I mean, it kills me not to be there. Heh-heh. That's funny. Okay. No, it's not. You're gonna be so impressed. I have a plan, baby. Can Du believe it? I've written Du letters. Letters that will be coming to Du all sorts of ways. I waited till your birthday. I figured Du weren't stepping out of the house for a while. Letter number one will be arriving tomorrow. Now, Du must do what I say, okay? Don't try to figure out how the letters are coming. It's too brilliant and it'll ruin my plan. Just go along with me on this. Because the thing is, I just can't say goodbye yet. So for starters. I want Du to get dolled up, and just go out and celebrate tonight. Go out with your girlies. I hereby free Du from a party with your family, especially your mom. Oh, man, your mom's there, isn't she? Mm. Shit. Sorry, Patricia. It isn't that I don't Liebe you, but she needs to get a little crazy. So have a slice of the bloody cake, put on your dress and get out of the apartment. Denise, make a plan. Just leave me with John, okay? And know that wherever I am, I'm missing you. Happy birthday.
I Liebe you."

Save yourself bruises and buy yourself a bedside lamp. And remember, a disco diva must look her best. Go buy yourself a knock-out outfit. You'll need it for when my Weiter letter comes. And I know Du hate your job, but I'll help. Look for a sign. You'll know what to do.
P.S. I Liebe you.

Holly.
Go on disco diva! Karaoke this month. Perform and Du never know, Du might be rewarded...
P.S. I Liebe you.

My leather jacke is for you. I always loved the way that looked on you. But the rest of my stuff, Du don't need it. Make some Weltraum in that bloody apartment for yourself. Go on. It's time, baby.
P.S. I Liebe you.

Hey, Big Mama.
Make sure my baby has a good time. Make sure Du and John do everything Du wanna do, whenever Du wanna do it. And make sure my baby does things. I want Du to take her fishing. And be sure to give yourself a big, sweaty pony-boy KISS from me.

Denise, take stechpalme, holly to Whelan's, my Favorit pub. There's beautiful Musik to be heard, beautiful people to be around. And Denise, you're going to heaven for being my baby's friend. I'm making all the arrangements up here for you. Got a few hot men lined up. I hear Ben Franklin's hung like a racehorse.
Liebe you.

To my Galway Girl:
You're an Angel – Jäger der Finsternis for seeing my folks. I told Du my mom didn't hate your guts. Well, Du know, anymore. Du are now standing in my fort, where I did all my big thinking. This is where I stood thinking about Du after the very first time we met. Du didn't look real to me at first. I never saw so many Farben on one girl before... But Du looked like Du belonged out there, all right. Du and all your colors. Do Du remember the first thing Du ever sagte to me? ("I'm lost.") Oh, Du didn't look lost, not to me. At first, the no-talking thing didn't last. Before long, I couldn't get Du to shut up. But Du were so cute, trying to impress me with William Blake and all your grand plans. I had no idea what Du were talking about... I didn't have a clue, actually. I loved Du right then and there. Life had changed as I knew it. And now it's changed again, love. See, I don't worry about Du remembering me... It's that girl on the road Du keep forgetting. "My business is to create. It doesn't even matter what Du do." Du told me that, remember? P.S. So go home. Go find it. Find that thing that makes Du like nobody else. I'll help. Look for a sign.

Dear Holly,
I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be Home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane oder make Du buy a lamp, Du can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell Du how much Du Bewegen me, how Du changed me. Du made me a man, Von loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... Literally. If Du can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, oder unsure, oder Du lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank Du for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. Du made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in Liebe again. Watch out for that signal, when life as Du know it ends.
P.S. I will always Liebe you.

Dear Gerry,
Du sagte Du wanted me to fall in Liebe again... And maybe one Tag I will, but there are all kinds of Liebe out there. This is my one and only life... And it's a great and terrible and short and endless thing... And none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan except that it's time my mom laughed again. She's never seen the world. She's never seen Ireland, so I'm taking her back to where we started. Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how Du did it, but Du brought me back from the dead. I'll write to Du again soon.
P.S. Guess what.