Because I want the world to see me when I'm dead, not as old and frail, but strong, young, and ready to see what's on the other side of the gate.
I want the last image of me to be a perfect on, a pale lifeless complexion, with rose red dabbled on my cheeks, silky sheer red lips outlined by the white of my skin, eyes closed and wrinkleless, satin and silk coating my body, and my dirty blonde hair carefully place to frame my face.
I want to die strong,young, and beautiful; something I fear I've never been.
You're saying you want attention when you die, am I right?