What’s scary is that he’s about the same age as me. Only a year or two older.
Made me think about quite a lot of things as some sure it would make anyone.
But work really stuck in my mind was literally how boring of an event his funeral was.
It really got me thinking that funerals are not for the deceased, but rather the survivors.
The funeral was a time for me to remember him. Not the other way around.
It was a time for me to leave my best wishes and thanks for the fact that he was my friend and I got to spend some time with him.
And looking at him down in the coffin, he looked so lonely and sad.
And it’s those few things that somehow started mixing up in my head on the drive home from the funeral and gave me the idea that am now going to write into my will because I think it’s a way to bridge the gap between both scenarios.
The idea of being lonely and death, and the idea of not wanting to have a mind numbing boring funeral led me to think of a few creative funeral ideas.
So there are a few things I want to do.
The first thing is I want my favorite music to be playing. Now I like bands like Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd. Music that you could say actually fits the atmosphere, but is up eat enough for people to enjoy.
And I want people to be able to eat drink and be merry. I don’t want people slouching and feeling all sad because I’m dead.
Let’s face it everybody dies. Why does it always have to be so sad?
If your spiritual at all, then you should be happy that your loved one is moving on to be with God or whoever is your equivalent to a God.
It’s actually two ideas.
The first is I want them to make a paper doll of themselves. Don’t laugh!
This is for me as much as it is for them. The idea is to simply create a paper doll of themselves that they can then put into my coffin so no longer lonely.
I think this would help my friends to in a strange sort of way, like an idea that they really are always going to be with me. Hopefully not in a morbid kind of way.
I also think just making the paper doll could actually be very therapeutic.
The second idea I had was a little similar in that I want my friends to find a picture of us together, then make a handmade frame of some kind.
I don’t care if it’s made out of popsicle sticks.
And then that gets put into the casket with me.
Again, it’s like were really are together even in death.
In that way I’m not alone.
And neither are they.
Okay, this may be all a little macabre, but I am serious.
And don’t forget I just drove home from a funeral.