A few thoughts on my funeral, that I want to be taken seriously.
People
Friends and family, obviously. No crying, please. A few jokes would be perfect.
Music
To be played briefly as people leave.
Suggestions include:
- Uninvited – Alanis Morissette.
- Mad World – Alex Parks
- To Know Him Is To Love Him – Amy Winehouse
Yeah, Pretty much cool.
Clothes
Nothing black. I love the colour, and some people look great dressed in black, but bright colours would be a pleasant change. Pink please! even if I’m not there to appreciate it. Still, If I could have everything, then I wouldn’t be dead, would I?
Why? Well, first of all…because we can’t believe that we can make mistakes. This is the ego problem. The shithead is always somebody else. Except that it isn’t, because while we’re so busy blaming other people, we fail to recognise our own failings.
So, I’m a shithead, you’re a shithead, everyone you know is a shithead. At some point, we will all make a mistake. If we recognise when this happens and learn from it, we become stronger. If we deny it, then the world just accumulates more shit. Other people will look at our shit and learn from our example; that shit isn’t bad, it doesn’t hurt us, and we can get away with it.
Of course, shit is bad, shit does hurt us, we can’t always get away with it, and in fact we should never let ourselves get away with it.
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Actually that’s not a shitty funeral. You can have it anyway you want it.
My roommate and my girlfriend had to find their funeral song for one of their nursing classes and discuss why they chose it and such. Another roommate of mine who is a nurse had to discuss who should be heartbroken for the most in her family if one of them died.
I personally, wouldn’t even want a funeral. More like a massive party with lots of booze and stuff. And I want to be cremated. My mother keeps telling me to shut up because I’m morbid. But it’s real life and it will happen one day.
Sorry for the random comment on my part.
