"I know as much as I'm saying sorry it will mean nothing in the long run, but I cant help but apologize. And Louis, you see how my pink blanket is in my hand? The one that matches your blue one. Yeah, I want you to take your pick. You can either put it in my coffin with me or you can keep it. Louis, as I've addressed the letter, I figured you have probably found me. Sorry about that by the way, I didn't want anyone to have to find me, especially since I think you will take this the hardest. But I want you to know that I have left something for you. Eleven letters. Well, this is number eleven, so there's ten more. They are all hidden in my pillowcase. You can chose to read them whenever you want, and you can show them to the lads if you want to, but they're written for you."