A Funeral Party

I was thinking recently that I would like my family and friends to have a party at my funeral or immediately following it (assuming that anyone bothers to show up and assuming that I don’t outlive everyone). Funerals are for those left behind and they are not just a means to lend an air of dignity to one’s passing. They are a celebration of one's life. I think that I would like those in attendance to enjoy each other’s company and catch up over drinks.

I conveyed this to my brothers and and some of my friends recently via a couple text messages. Perhaps predictably, I spooked a few people that care about me and I had to reassure a few of them that I wasn't planning to do something stupid. Considering that they know me and my history, I can't say that I blame them. Anyway, I told them that I was doing fine. "Just feeling particularly mortal today, guys, and life should never be that serious."

The original text message:

(Note: The perfectionist in me is still irked that spellcheck changed "ones" to "one's" in the above text message. With the bourbon consumption, I am not surprised that I overlooked the change. 😆)