I saw a post on Facebook the other day referencing a blog that advocated holding funerals for people before they died. So when I saw this headline prompt “…What People Might Say….” I thought I’d consider the question for the purpose of my funeral.
I don’t think of MY FUNERAL excessively. I am 80, well I will be in 9 months. I’m bored with being 79 and want to get on to 80. So, I say and think of myself as being 80. There are days that I can’t believe I am that old, 79 or 80. How did I get here, this oldness I mean. I kept waking up everyday that’s what did it. Yes, I say, God wakes me up….and I want to be thankful, but if I’m not, will He strike me dead on the spot. That’s not fair. There are many a folk who are living who don’t give Him a second thought and he let’s them keep on living.
No, I am not going to turn this into a Health Report. Though there are the matter of a half dozen issues that I could do without, thank you very much. I’m not writing what I think of me but what people might say about me. When you get on to being 80 there are less and less people to have something to say about you. You wouldn’t believe the number of funerals that have been held this past year. And that’s another thing.
Is it insensitive to say that I don’t like how funerals all fit into the same pattern. There seems to be very little creativity in the service. I want to include Country Music numbers and maybe a rock n roll number but I have never heard that sort of music in funerals before. And would it be appropriate to say, let’s dance. I definitely do not want a ‘woe is me’ funeral. I’ve already had enough “woe is me” life.
It’s not descriptive enough to just say “he was a character” say “He was something else” Talks loud, can be boisterous, and never smiles. It’s not that I don’t smile, but for so many years I had nothing to smile about that my smile muscles atrophied. I also laugh raucously.
It’s also not like there’s a lot to say about me to begin with. I am kind, considerate, and helpful.
Were this written say even just 30 years ago you could have said “he likes sports, played sports, was a sport. But any more I tire of sports. There’s nothing as regretful as getting up from your chair after watching a game of football for 4 hours and realizing you just wasted that time for nothing and besides your team probably lost and you have nothing to feel good about. I’ll even admit to watching the Chicago Bulls win 6 NBA Championships and feeling the angst of 4th quarter rallies, “are they going to pull it out, the coach sucks, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!!!”
I work hard. Well, not any more. Any more I can be accused of doing nothing and that would be correct. But when I worked, I worked hard. And at many different tasks at that. Now, there’s a subject worthy of writing about, the number of jobs that I have had. But I have never worked in a restaurant or fast food, nor did I ever apply at any of those places either.
In conclusion there’s not a need to wonder what people might say about me, be I dead or alive. And besides it’s not for my benefit what people think but theirs. The End
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