A (real) Celebration of Life
Wait until a random Thursday and call your next of kin… “[next of kin], I died in my sleep last night. It is on you to plan this funeral.” Hold on a minute, I know that seems morose as fuck, but I am going somewhere with this. When we’re at funerals, they tell us not to be sad because it is over, but to smile because it happened. To celebrate the life of the loved one that you now have to bury and not to lament overt the loss. What better way to celebrate a life than to do it while the person is still around and sentient to the love they’re receiving? Lady and gentleman, I present to you… The living funeral. It is not a concept I came up with, it is one I kind of read about daydreaming for this post. The takeaway, though is let me have my flowers while I can still smell ‘em. In my family, the day of a death, the phone calls are made post-haste with mind on getting the body into the ground as quickly as possible. So if you make that call on Thursd