Oh the fun filled thoughts that crowd my head on manic afternoon. Apologies for an overtly navel-gazing post (I’ll keep it brief).
Do other people think about this? It’s something that I’ve often thought about and acknowledged my weirdness for doing so. Is it an only child thing? What does it reveal about my psyche that I a) reveal this fact and b) think it in the first place?
I suppose the visualisation of the aftermath of your own demise is the ultimate fly on the wall scenario. With a bit of luck people will come, they’ll play good music and they’ll say nice things (that’s the law!), so I guess, if nothing else, just putting the thought out there demonstrates a good degree of neediness on my part.
But, once I’m gone and I’ve donated all my body parts as per Nic’s suggestion, why would I care?
Death is the ultimate fullstop. Until that point we’re all still learning and evolving, still able to right wrongs and make positive changes. I’d like to think that when the day comes to say my goodbyes I’ll be happy with my legacy.
So enough of this, I think I’ve pulled out all the fluff….let’s talk about something altogether happier…Glee’s back on next week!
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I am not sure about the funeral, although I have my music all mapped out!
But I will be watching with you and half the other middleages woman out there!
I’ll come if you like, assuming I outlast you. If not, will you come to mine?
I can honestly say that I have never thought about this, but I will probably be thinking about it all evening now.
I don’t suppose you can tweet about the event? it is the only way I will find out to attend! Jen.
The music. I think about the music. And also the fact that I want my ashes scattered in the Pacific.
Yay Glee!
I personally think that everyone should write their obituary while they are still alive. Kin do fput down in words what kind of life you want to be looking back on when your days are over.
Hmmm-think anyone will go for a write your obituary meme? 🙂
I like the idea of planning the music….very personal touch. And yay Glee! Remembered to listen to the soundtrack today and realised what I’d been missing for the last week x
“assuming I outlast you”…..that’s nice. If I don’t kill you for making comments like that I’d be proud to have you there, if not I’ll come to yours…..accessorised with handcuffs 😉
hmmm…just me that’s weird then! Hope you haven’t dwelled on my maudlin topic tonight. Tweet about the event? I’ll do my best x
That sounds lovely. After I’ve stopped dwelling on the maudlin, I’m going to return and select my music too.
And definitely Yay! x
That’s a lovely idea, we all make lists whether physical or mental but that’s more absolute…
An obit meme?! It’s one to consider!!
xx
oohhh this could be a meme!!
I have my funeral planned! I want certain songs, certain attire, certain party activities.
Yay for Glee!! 😀 Did you see this…
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1265639/Glees-star-Lea-Michele-looks-VERY-different-shows-premiere-party.html there’s only 5 years between RL Rachel and RL Mr Shue 😮
I knew the Glee mourning was immense but PeaBee, Shit Woman! Don’t start planning your funeral yet. All will be right with the world come next Monday at 9pm on E4.
Phew, feel like I just pulled you back from the edge with that Gleek Tweet yesterday ;- )
MD xx
Wow, that’s really organised! Love the link! xx
You know, I think you did! Thanks *phew* xx
Wierdly, I’ve never worried about my own funeral (but you will come won’t you?) but I worry about my father’s. My mother would get hundreds of people, because she’s hugely sociable and charitable, but I worry that my father wouldn’t because he sits quietly in the corner (hmm, where have I heard that before?) But of course my mother’s friends would all come to his funeral too, so it’s silly to worry. I’ll shut up now.
If I outlive you, I’ll be there…in my incontinence knickers and tea cosy. I think it’s lovely that you do worry about your dad’s, but I bet you’d be surprised. Quietly confident attracts more admirers than you’d think 😉 xx