I watched some of the memorial for Aretha Franklin today. It was full of energy, love, music, and fun. It was a Christian ritual, which I would not want for myself, but it was full of joy. There were tears here and there, but also joyous. I always tell my daughter that I just want to be buried in a shroud, in the horse cemetary, beside my dear old Josey. Have singing, some dancing, hopefully belly dancing in honor of my history, and people saying nice stuff about me. That sounds like a fine send off.
I understand that Aretha had a great send off and my religious friend did not know why I didn't watch it on TV. I hate funerals and death has no dignity. My mother was killed by the same disease and the only "dignity" bestowed upon Ms. Franklin was this great send off they gave her. She will be missed.