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Sunday, February 05, 2006
Morbid. When I was 15, I went to the funeral of a friend of mine who'd committed suicide. His method involved an Amtrak train, so it was understandably closed-casket. Practically the entire town showed up and the church was completely packed when I arrived. It sort of set the bar for my own funeral daydreams. If I died, would people come? Would they care? Would they say nice things about me, or just gawk? My dead friend was 17; there's something about young death that turns into public morbid curiosity. When does one cross that threshold? At what age does one need to actually have real friends in order to fill a funeral? I seem to recall hearing a journalist claim his boss insisted on a "cause of death" for the obituary of anyone under 40. Not that I generally read obituaries out of habit, but when I do, I always give more than just a cursory glance at those who died young. I failed to show up for a rather mundane social event this past week because I just wasn't feeling up to it (this head cold from hell has been kicking my ass for a straight week now). The next day, my friend Michelle called me from work to see if I was okay. After we chatted and I hung up the phone, I thought, "She'd totally come to my funeral if I died." Personally, I'm hoping my funeral guest list includes my children, their children, and maybe a great-grandkid or two. posted by hilary at 5:52 PM |  
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Hilary, I love you and adore you and I will come from where ever I may be to attend your funeral. Provided, of course that you die before me and that it's safe for me to travel (fyi, I don't intend to give up the ghost until I am 97 years old. I also plan to do so quietly, in my very large, overstuffed, draped in pristine white linens, with a white crochet duvet covered bed). And if I die before you...your 98 year old butt had better be at my funeral. Or I'll haunt you! LOL!
Jenna
You bet Jenna, I will hire a team of nurses to bring my ancient behind to your funeral - if you die before me. You are like 10 months younger, you know. :P
Btw... I was thinking of you last night. The chinese food guy got married and I had to drown my sorrow in steamed dumplings. :(
I'll come and blog from your funeral.
But seriously, you're not the only one who thinks about this stuff. When I'm an aged millionaire, I'm going to pull a Tom-sawyer style funeral stunt, see what people really thought about me, and then go out into the world to die on my own terms.
I chuckle every time I think about it.
(btw- good to read you hilary, haven't been here in a while, now excuse me while I spam the rest of the posts I haven't read)
I think about it sometimes, and I like you if I read the obits. I tend to drift more towards the younger ones listed.
After we chatted and I hung up the phone, I thought, "She'd totally come to my funeral if I died."
LMAO! I just love the way you write (errr, type?). You crack me up!
It is hard to think of a event I would less want to attend.
Of course I would totally be there...but you better be an old geezer when you go!!