I am Theodore Veblik Von Clemberhom.
As such was the name I was given at birth at least.
And tonight I am going to die!
This will be the second time.
For the record, and of course posterity, I say now that upon both times I stepped, or was pushed across that shrouded, unknown divide between life and death, it was my choice.
I’m very proud of that!
It may also be of mild interest the sage minds of the future who peruse this austere memoire in centuries to come, that between my first death and that of my second, 520 years has elapsed, yet I was still a tall, slender man no more than 28 winters old.
But after 548 years of existence, in one shape or another, this night at the stroke of midnight, I will die, for the second, and final time.
Yet may I add, that this will be no feeble event worthy of nothing more than a byline in some tacky tabloid, destined only to be wrapping for chips.
No!
This will be an extravaganza of eldritch phantasms, a joyride for the demented, a garrote for the pious, a belly laugh for the silent and weird. This will make grown men cry and babies scream while housewives cower inbetween.
I-I!
Forgive me for writing verbatim as things float into my mind.
It unravels me so that SomETimes iT becOMes all toO mUch.
