I’ve said it before, I’m planning my own funeral. Really, it’s not as morbid as some may think. It allows my A-type personality to do what it does best; plan.
It’s more than that though. It’s allowing those I care about to deal with a loss without having to make decisions they may not find themselves capable of making. I have personally had to plan or assist in planning three funerals. I don’t ever want to impose that on someone when I am perfectly capable of doing it myself.
I am human. I am going to die at some point. I am not oblivious to that fact. My eternal life will be in Heaven. I know this and death doesn’t scare me.
I have actually chosen the following for my viewing/funeral:
- I know who I want to officiate the service. Location may be an issue; but it will work out.
- I know what music I want played/sung.
- I know the type of food that will be served.
- I want to be cremated. I don’t like being looked at now. Definitely don’t want people staring at me when I won’t be able to say, “stop looking at me”.
Being the native New Yorker that I am, have to change it up a bit. There’s a great NY pizza joint near my home. My Celebration of Life, after the service, will include pizza, calzones, submarine sandwiches and Buffalo wings.
I will also make sure to have bagels and cream cheese and cheesecake served. Of course, there will be coffee. LOTS of coffee. Anyone who knows me, knows I bleed brown with all the coffee I drink.
I want to follow my Irish heritage and celebrate the years I spent on this Earth. I haven’t had an easy life, but there are all sorts of stories of a NY transplant educating Northern Californians on how NYers think, act and talk. Ok, it’s been a bit shocking for some, but there are plenty of laughs to go with those growing pains of settling into a new life, 3,000 miles from whence I came.
At any rate, just thought I would share. Perhaps others will give a thought or two and make a few plans for the inevitable future.