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My Funeral January 31, 2016


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Right about the time I graduated from college, my friends started getting engaged.  It got to the point where every week there was either an engagement, a shower, or a wedding.  This was what my social life was: pretending to care when someone unwrapped a Mr. Coffee, elbowing other women wearing uncomfortable dresses out of the way for the bouquet, and secretly taking notes for my own celebration, which eventually occurred near the middle-end of this life stage.

This transitioned somewhat seamlessly into babyland.  Someone is pregnant.  Someone is having a baby shower.  Someone is a newborn.  Someone is having a first birthday party for someone who thinks you can eat cake by smearing it into her eyebrows.

For a while there was a lull.  A few people got divorced.  A few got married and remarried.  Kids got Bar Mitzvah-ed.  Some kids got married.  Some people had grandchildren and had to decide if they were “grandma” “meemaw” “granny” “nanny” “nana” “gigi” “meemee” “nini” or any other made up combination of nonsense syllables that tries desperately to indicate grand-maternal pride while not sounding like a blue haired woman with a ratty shawl and an ear trumpet.

And then, right about the time I turned 40, it happened.  A high school friend dropped dead.  He wasn’t sick, that we knew of.  He just, as they say, woke up dead one day.  There was no car accident, no catastrophic illness he fought courageously – just the lightning strike of a heart attack and the rest of his life that would never be lived.

It threw me for a loop.  I didn’t know this guy well, but he was part of my childhood, and he wasn’t older than me.  He didn’t have kids, which was a small blessing, but it made my own mortality come crashing down around me.

It’s happened several times since.  As a lawyer, I’m often one of the first people to know, because I have some practical knowledge about what to do in these situations.  But it doesn’t make it any easier.  I still get creepy Candy Crush requests from friends that have died, which is proof that you have very little control over who you send those things to.  Funerals have become the new former-workplace reunions.

It’s a kind of weird I still can’t really wrap my head around.  One day my friend is there, having lunch with me and making inappropriate jokes or talking about our kids, and the next day, they’re not there, like some kind of irreversible magic trick.  When I drive past their houses or workplaces, I find myself wanting to stop in and say hello, even though I probably wouldn’t have when they were alive.  Another weird thing about it is that, like I used to do with weddings, I find myself taking mental notes about what I do and don’t want at my funeral.

So I’m putting this out there, here in this public forum, so there is no question:

  1. No one is allowed to talk for more than 5 minutes at a stretch. I don’t want people’s grief to be interfered with by hostile thoughts about when (or whether)  someone will quit talking.
  2. Extra bonus points for anyone who goes out of their way to tell a story about something we laughed about together.
  3. Don’t waste your money on enormous flower arrangements that will die in two days. There’s enough death at a funeral without adding to it.  If you feel the need to spend that kind of scratch, either send the flowers to a nursing home where someone alive can enjoy them, or donate the money to a cause that I’d approve of.
  4. I’m all about music, but don’t make everyone sit awkwardly while you pipe in what you think is my favorite song, wondering what they are supposed to look at or do with their hands.
  5. Likewise, if there is a live singer, and they aren’t capable of singing on pitch all the time every time, save it for amateur hour. This is MY funeral.  There will be no shrill, sharp sopranos making my mourners’ ears bleed.
  6. No open casket. This is non-negotiable, and if you should happen to be there and see the coffin open, slam it shut for me.  Remember the real me with bags under my eyes and my hair going in twenty directions, not some fake-waxy-perfect version of me.
  7. Don’t feel bad if you find yourself laughing for one reason or another. I love gallows humor.  My fondest wish is that something bizarre and AFV-worthy will happen at my funeral and people won’t be able to quit laughing.
  8. Make sure there is lots of food. Good food, too, not just a lame cheese-and-crackers tray and a half-flat bottle of Diet Coke.

That’s a good, morbid start, no?  I just hope someone can find this in 70 years or so when it is needed.  Because for now, if laughter really is the best medicine, I’m going to live forever.

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My Funeral

2 Comments

  1. Beau Dure

    Absolutely!

    When I get our alumni magazine, I now check the obituaries before I check anything else. Already lost a lot of classmates. (Lost one within a year, of course — he was diagnosed with leukemia our senior year — so I was already shaken up.) No one’s getting married, having kids or even changing jobs. I content myself knowing that my friends are doing OK, even without anything to share in the notes.

    Laughter will be essential at my funeral. I want people to remember me as the jokester I am.

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    • Lori Duff

      I do the same thing when I get the Georgia Bar Journal. First I check who died, then I check who got disbarred.

      If I’m alive to be at your funeral, I’ll absolutely overstep my bounds and plan a hilarious, gut-busting prank. If you’ll do the same for me.

      Reply

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  1. Beau Dure

    Absolutely!

    When I get our alumni magazine, I now check the obituaries before I check anything else. Already lost a lot of classmates. (Lost one within a year, of course — he was diagnosed with leukemia our senior year — so I was already shaken up.) No one’s getting married, having kids or even changing jobs. I content myself knowing that my friends are doing OK, even without anything to share in the notes.

    Laughter will be essential at my funeral. I want people to remember me as the jokester I am.

    Reply

    • Lori Duff

      I do the same thing when I get the Georgia Bar Journal. First I check who died, then I check who got disbarred.

      If I’m alive to be at your funeral, I’ll absolutely overstep my bounds and plan a hilarious, gut-busting prank. If you’ll do the same for me.

      Reply

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