Before I die, I want to eat one last meal, please. A burger and fries. I’m plant-based so the burger would be vegan. And Iggy’s Bread. I recently returned to Australia and ate it again, and remembered just how incredible it is. We don’t have bread like that in Los Angeles where I live now, and I need it. My last meal would be carb heavy, with a tequila and soda to drink. It’s very refreshing.

I haven’t thought a lot about death. I’m turning 30 this year; it’s not something I am worried about. But I do think about what I’d like to be remembered for, and that is who I am, not what I do. My identity is very much wrapped up in my career, and that is important, but it’s not really who I am. I want to be remembered for being kind, joyful, for bringing happiness to people.