I’ve thought about planning my own funeral. I can’t tell if it’s morbid or if it means I’m a control freak but there are definitely some elements I want highlighted.
First of all it needs to be a party! A costume part preferably where people actually participate. I should mention that this is years after COVID because I am definitely surviving it. I spend so much time indoors and away from people right now. It would be ironic and maddening if that’s what got me. But just in case, I guess…
So anyway, a costume party. The theme is costume. The more creative the better, because I have cool people that would come to my funeral. My life will be a reflection of the coolness because I would have brought all the cool people I know together in one room for a …wait for it…costume party! I feel honored that I know so many creative people. Some of whom are in my family. I think it’s pretty cool to think that I come from a line of creatives.
For a long time I wasn’t sure what we shared in common but it’s that. That, we see color where other people see, like I dunno, normal stuff. The analogy is supposed to mean that we see beyond the reality in front of us. We see it in color! *jazz hands* Hopefully the jazz hand’s effect conveys my meaning because believe me, these cool people would show up to my funeral.
They would stand around in their costumes asking each other how they knew me. I would bring all these marks from life’s timeline together and they would say things like:
“Oh I knew her in high school. We played basketball together.”
“We met in college, in soc class”
“She was my sister”
“We have been friends a long time. I can’t really remember when it started. She was very special to me.”
“She was my daughter.”
“She taught my kids.”
At least that’s what I hope.
I hope they ask each other how they are doing and how 2020 affected them. I hope they leave feeling like they had fun and maybe the tingly feeling of familiarity because they didn’t really know each other but they knew me. And they knew me to be genuine enough to have genuine people at my funeral. People you just trusted right away and you aren’t sure why. You just get a good feeling about them in your gut, ya know? Especially because you are looking around and all these grown adults are wearing costumes to a funeral.
Those are my people. Those are my people, because I am a reflection of them. I am good people, too. I love and am grateful to my people for being there for me and sticking around for this person that is arising from good mental health.
It took me a long time to find out that I was in fact, good, but I now can plan my funeral with confidence knowing that there are good people around me until the end and beyond.
Funny, I should mention, I always wanted a costume party for my birthday, too. But if it never happens in life, let the record show there shall be one for me in death!
Even if it means I am a [morbid] control freak, my funeral party would be fun.
Love,
AC
Originally published at http://thislatinalefthome.com on November 26, 2020.
