My children have instructions for my funeral. If anyone says, “She’s in a better place” are nto be barred from the after party, unless they are used as the pinata. I won’t be there, but it’s going to be a righteous party.
My son keeps a folder of "Shit Mom Wants Done for her Funeral." I want poetry to be read, and I mean real poetry, not "There was a young man from Nantucket." And I want my ashes mixed with a pod to grow a tree so my DNA will be mingled with a weeping willow they can sit under and remember me and I still can hold them. That is eternity enough for me.
At my funeral, they all get taser guns. The one left standing, gets all my shit.
Death Match. Edgy!
My body is going to science. I’ve written out that I want no services, just my family gathering to have a celebratory meal in my honor.
used as the piñata You are one feisty lady. I think I'm falling in love.
I won't be around to actually care, but I really hope nobody spends money on an elaborate funeral. Cremation -> large mayonnaise jar -> trash can. No fuss, no muss.
I respect everyone's right to do what they want with their remains, but I do think that rituals serve a purpose. Weddings, graduations, funerals- they mark the end or the beginning of something. People who love us want to participate in our milestones, even if it's the last one.
@Aspasia: You're right, though I'd say an informal gathering would be more in keeping with how people know me. I'm not about the pomp and circumstance, and I eschew large gatherings. If the few people I know well would like to celebrate my death (okay, okay, commemorate my life), I don't begrudge them that, but they can pile into someone's living room and snack on cheese and crackers. I don't want anyone to pay thousands of dollars on a formal funeral or the needless funeral home preparations.
Thats right make your wishes known in writing.
You don’t think that nothingness could be a better place?