A friend of mine asked on her blog: “What do you want to hear at your own funeral? What if you could write it now? What would it say? ”
It’s an interesting thought-what impact do I want to make on the world? What impact am I currently making on the world?
I don’t have a speech prepared, per se. I am just going to jot down some thoughts that I would help people would say or think at my funeral: (If I have a funeral-more on that later.)
She was fiercely loyal.
She loved her family more than you could possibly imagine. She did all she could to make sure they knew that.
She was generous-with her time, her money, her thoughts and her feelings.
She loved Hilary Duff.
She was funny-even if it was in a weird way that only those closest to her got.
She was a furist and no matter what anyone did, they could not get her to be more open minded when it came to cats. Gray was the only way.
But she was open minded in everything else.
She made mistakes-a lot of them-but she never tried to pass the blame. She worked hard to learn from them and never repeat them. She would always take responsibility for her actions.
She looked good as blonde. And a redhead. And a brunette.
She kicked ass at her job [Whether I still work for Tom or I am in the circus-I still want that to be true]
She was a bitch. In fact, I am glad I was on her good side.
She was extremely supportive-even if she didn’t always agree with what you were doing.
She was happy.
She lived the life she wanted to live
What would you say about me?
As for the funeral: DO NOT BURY ME. I don’t some group of people at the cemetery crying as I am lowered into the ground. Damn. That would be horrible! Cremate me. And pass me around. I want to be like Jim. All over. I want my ashes to be left all over the world. And with my family.
Although I don’t want a church funeral, I know how important it is for people to comfort each other after the death of a loved one. So throw a big ass party. With a lot of booze. Specifically Grey Goose and Blueberry Stoli.
Tell stories about me. Don’t forget the one about the time we tried to steal the cows. Or the time we went to NYC-day of devastation. However, you need to make sure some of my secrets are buried with me-like how my hood got that huge gash in it. And this blog address-make sure it’s deleted. We wouldn’t want people finding out things they shouldn’t ever know.
Is this morbid??? I don’t think so. I think it’s good to think about these things.
Quote of the day
“I like ‘em. I have to”
My will is specific… cremation… no church service… party at my house and drink up all the booze… and in that will I specifically excluded anyone who would go against my wishes from any decision making… extreme? yes, but I can reast in peace. Bob
Not morbid at all. I want a bottle of Patron at my going away party. Mmmmm tequilla!!!
This reminds me of one of my “hobbies” which is coming up with people’s headstone quotes:
I’ve got them for friends and family but unless you knew the people they wouldn’t sound witty or clever in the least.
Here’s an example: We have one family member who’s made it her life’s work to be called Deborah and not Debs, Deb or god forbid, Debbie.
She corrects people constantly and won’t respond if you call her Debbie. Her headstone?
Call me Deborah.
It’s fun to come up with a short sentence that sums up a person in such a neat, tidy package.
Wonder what mine would be?
I’ll pick:
Until recently, she was a survivor.