Her coffin was awfully large -- not the usual coffin you'd usually find. People would peer at her and would turn back smiling.
She had her way.
She always argued that dying is like sleeping forever and what better way to sleep forever but to sleep comfortably. So, they had her lying on her side. With a leg casually lying on a pillow. Her legs were carefully wrapped with mosquito net.
Nobody was crying. She didn't want people to mourn. She wanted people to celebrate her life. Nobody was wearing black or white. And there were balloons everywhere! The place was filled with white daisies, red tulips and white roses. It was not a wake. Curiously, it more of a party than a wake.
Her friends were all there. Old friends and new ones -- all celebrating a life she fully lived. They knew it too. So, nobody was mourning. There was nothing else left for her to do.
So, when they finally laid her to rest. They knew she was happy to oblige.
This is how I imagine my funeral to be like. How do you imagine yours?
Mar 26, 2008
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9 Gorgeous People Said --:
morbidun ka man ate..hahahhah
mauli na ako.yaon na ako jan next week..break out the champagne and caviar!!!
funeral ko: gusto ko madrama syempre! dapat super cry gabos..pero gusto ko ang eulogy ko ala tuesdays with morrie..prior my death..para msuperinflate ang ego ko..
nuarin na baya yang result na yan..kabado na akong maray, nagkkapimples na ako..
Actually this is not being morbid, it's being realist... everybody dies... some leave sooner than the rest though...
Anyway, I wrote same theme in one of my post in Y!360... and I want a funeral like Evita Peron hahahaha actually I like her coffin... and I wish to die young and pretty hahahaha! Jeeez I'm so vain hahaha!
Nice post :)
Oh btw I add you'r link to my blogs :) Get well soon! :)
There were just a handful of mourners present, dressed not in traditional black and white, the miserable colours of a sombre rememberence - But, as per his last wishes, a sea of colour, a vivid cocktail of beautiful bright, vibrancy.
No words from God at his ceremony, just the love from a treasured wife, and the sounds of three songs he'd asked to be played as a testament to his life.
"Lust for life" by Iggy Pop, "Golden yars" by David Bowie, and "The long and winding road" by the beatles.
Upon his coffin, prior to it's journey into the scorching furnaces, a simple plaque with his words:
" You see, I told the doctor's I was ill!"
Happiness at the ceremony, and rememberence of a man who loved and enjoyed life to the max.
And his ashes would be carried over to Sidney, British Columbia, Canada - to the place he and his wife called 'Home', to be scattered at Goldstream Lake, where the Eagles filled the sky and happiness filled his heart whilst he breathed.
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You Gorgeous Earthling You, thanks for the add. I also added yours. Interesting imagery of ala evita peron funeral.
Floog, your funeral beats the hell out of mine. Well, it sounds more restful. Forgive the pun.
....and my appologies piebuko, I did not mention how amazing and beautiful your post is!
You've done it again, and put a seed in my mind for the future.
Aw shucks! that's a great compliment coming from you Floog. :)
what a lovely funeral - celebrate life and not death... I'll have to give it some thought... ;)
I don't want my mourners to cry like hell either.I want some reggae, jazz music and really great food.I want them to celebrate the adventurous life I had when I was alive.I do hope to touch as many lives as I can before i die.
How are yoe Pie?Hope u are better now.
nice way to think of it.
but i think no matter what, people will still be sad, though less so if you are 150 years old. Because they love you, and now they can't call you anymore, or even hangout etc
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