Monday, September 14, 2009

Tom Sawyer

I want to go to my own funeral, just as Tom Sawyer did. I don't want to have a funeral when I die. I want immediate interment in a cheap coffin, then family comes back to the homestead and if anyone has a nice memory of me, that would be nice. (Roane said he would share from his journal when I got quote of the day.) Songs I want: All Through the Night, Across the Alley from the Alamo (Mills Brothers arrangement), maybe something else. Eat chocolate chip cookies and milk to drink.

So I thought to have a funeral that I could go to, using the above elements, then after I actually die all you would have to do was get me buried. Easy peasy. People could vote on headstone wording: Au Reservoir, She Meant Well, Dead But Still Confused; seems like there was another one but I forget.

On an England trip I saw a tombstone in a churchyard which read, "I was part of you. You were all of me." I wish I could be buried in the backyard. I am just PRIVATE about dying.

I would have to have my "funeral" before I became terminally ill, or knew I was terminally ill. Then I could have fun.

I had a friend in the ward in Colorado who was an extremely frugal person. She thought people should be buried as they lived and read about a $200 coffin made of, in effect, thick cardboard. That would be MUCH preferable to one of those hermetically-sealed jobbies where the body turns to slime. We need to let the worms do their work.

Do you think this is all a bit macabre?

1 comment:

shelley said...

I never think about my own funeral. I don't particularly want to think about yours. But if it will be one which you are attending, then I suppose it's as good a reason as any other for milk and cookies.

And I love that you have a blog.