It’s no secret that I am planning on my own funeral. It’s really not that morbid and it allows my A-type personality to see myself through to the end.
Having personally planned three funerals, I really wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. It’s not that it’s difficult, but death brings up feelings that people probably aren’t prepared to deal with or don’t deal well with, in general.
Why shouldn’t I lesson their burden? I know what I want: A Celebration of Life.
I have already chosen:
- The person I want to officiate the service
- The music to be played and sung
- The location
- The food
- Cremation because I don’t like people looking at me. Plus, if people were staring at me, I wouldn’t be able to tell them to stop (well without scaring them to no-end lol)
Being a native New Yorker, who transplanted to Northern California, I can’t have a generic gathering after the service, right? So, I’ve planned on using a local, little pizza joint (fellow NYers, of course), to provide pizza, calzones, submarine sandwiches and Buffalo wings. Then, there will have to be bagels and cream cheese. Lastly, we’ll add some cheesecake for good measure. No diets will be observed at this Celebration of Life.
People should embrace my Irish heritage and eat, have coffee (my life blood right now) and share humorous stories of how I despised the Evil Empire, acclimated Californians to how NYers spoke and their expectations. They can share the memory of the poor guy who chose to tell me I was only in Mets gear because they were in the playoffs one year. A decision he would come to regret when he realized I was truly a NYer.
Either way, thought I would share. Perhaps someone else may take this as a sign to start thinking about the inevitable. One day, I’ll have eternal life and I want those I leave behind to remember my time here on Earth; the good and the bad.