"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 te 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 te believe it? I've written te letters. Letters that will be coming to te all sorts of ways. I waited till your birthday. I figured te weren't stepping out of the house for a while. Letter number one will be arriving tomorrow. Now, te 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 te to get dolled up, and just go out and celebrate tonight. Go out with your girlies. I hereby free te 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 Amore 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 Amore 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 successivo letter comes. And I know te hate your job, but I'll help. Look for a sign. You'll know what to do.
P.S. I Amore you.

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

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

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

Denise, take agrifoglio to Whelan's, my preferito pub. There's beautiful Musica 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.
Amore you.

To my Galway Girl:
You're an Angel for seeing my folks. I told te my mom didn't hate your guts. Well, te know, anymore. te are now standing in my fort, where I did all my big thinking. This is where I stood thinking about te after the very first time we met. te didn't look real to me at first. I never saw so many colori on one girl before... But te looked like te belonged out there, all right. te and all your colors. Do te remember the first thing te ever detto to me? ("I'm lost.") Oh, te didn't look lost, not to me. At first, the no-talking thing didn't last. Before long, I couldn't get te to shut up. But te were so cute, trying to impress me with William Blake and all your grand plans. I had no idea what te were talking about... I didn't have a clue, actually. I loved te right then and there. Life had changed as I knew it. And now it's changed again, love. See, I don't worry about te remembering me... It's that girl on the road te keep forgetting. "My business is to create. It doesn't even matter what te do." te told me that, remember? P.S. So go home. Go find it. Find that thing that makes te 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 o make te buy a lamp, te can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell te how much te sposta me, how te changed me. te made me a man, da loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... Literally. If te can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, o unsure, o te lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank te for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. te 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 Amore again. Watch out for that signal, when life as te know it ends.
P.S. I will always Amore you.

Dear Gerry,
te detto te wanted me to fall in Amore again... And maybe one giorno I will, but there are all kinds of Amore 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 te did it, but te brought me back from the dead. I'll write to te again soon.
P.S. Guess what.