write down funeral directions

my dirctoins for evereone to follow at my funaral would be..
.be buried in a helena replica dress
.have “cancer” played at my funaral
.Force everyone to drink coffee
.have my chemical romance at my funaral..
ok..i could be buried in a shit hole as lone as gerard way was there..xD

to ask everyone in my family what they want singing at their funerals while they are still alive. That would be a good use of my time. There are really really old (i don’t know how to say octogenarians when they are in their ninteties) members of my family for whom I don’t have a clue. What would I play if it was my husband or my kids and I had to make that decision?

It is so hard to know. To ask, even. Maybe I could reinvent myself as the family funeral DJ.

Can you get them to sing “You are my sunshine” in church? She was ninety-three, I was thirty five, and she sang it over the phone to me. One of my sunshines died and I am determined that that song gets sung, even if I have to drunkenly do it at the old people’s home afterwards (I’m sure they have a microphone).

Seeing as how death has touched the family again I’m going to carpe diem it and ask all the family who’d be at the funeral what they’d want singing at theirs. I’d just like them to think about it. I don’t even know what I want at mine, so it’s okay to be wrong. But sometimes I really wish I knew what was right.

what they’d write on my tombstone. I’d better be cremated so they don’t have to think that one up.

Would it be in English or in French? And would it be translated or two different things? I can imagine them going through Palgrave or some poetry Larousse thinking ‘Did she like that poet?’ Does anyone in this world actually know which poets I like? Could you imagine being in a state of grief and having to think quickly (I don’t think you can keep a corpse for more than a week). I’m sure there are little booklets you can consult, but even so.

Gosh. You can’t do that to people can you. I’ll either have to be cremated and put in a box with my name on or just be in the box for a little while and then spread somewhere so there is no place and no inscription.

Yes. That’s better. I’ve never been one for labels.

and finally printed everything out. However, I haven’t yet told anyone in my family that I have done this, let alone where to find the info, so I guess I need to do that!!!

When my mom died we didn’t find the info she had written down for her funeral until 2 a.m. the morning of the funeral. Luckily we had come pretty close to what she wanted, and since we did most of the stuff ourselves, it wasn’t hard to make changes to the rest of it.

1. Cremation is an absolute must. I will take up less space and resources. And none of that open casket creepiness.
2. My funeral song, already chosen a few years ago, will be “Into the Sunset” by Neil Finn.
3. There will be a big party/wake afterwards. No crying allowed, unless it is crying about happy memories.
4. Friends, family and pets will be invited.
5. Some of my ashes may be scattered over the forests and mountains of Wells, BC. Perhaps at the top of Caribou Mountain or at Groundhog Lake, along the Gold Rush mine shafts?

or cremated or whatever. It’s quite funny, thinking that I don’t actually worry enough about what I wear in life, it still seems important to be buried in something comfortable.

I wonder if I could have a huuuuge duvet. All white and fluffy. I know it’ll probably bump the costs up (more to cremate, bigger coffin) but it would be nice. Or maybe black would be more fitting? Yes, I think a big black fluffy quilt. With my favourite pillow in a black pillowcase.

Sorted.

These names are just suggestions, as they will obviously change somewhat over time…and I am planning on being around for awhile. I am including my women friends on this list…I was very honored to serve with 7 other women as a pallbearer for my friend Diana, but I know that many women would not want to do this, so perhaps some or all of them could be honorary pallbearers, as a way of my honoring our friendship. Also, several of them live long distances away, so they would need to serve as honorary, also.

Also, I would like to include my nieces and nephews.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt within the heart.

Helen Keller

Joy is prayer – Joy is strength – Joy is love – Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. God loves a cheerful giver. She gives most who gives with joy. The best way to show our gratitude to God and the people is to accept everything with joy. A joyful heart is the inevitable result of a heart burning with love. Never let anything so fill you with sorrow as to make you forget the joy of the Christ risen. -Mother Teresa

I want there to be lots of balloons at my funeral…both in the church and at the cemetary. There is a poem my brother is familar with written by Ann Weems, “There Should be Balloons in Church.” I would like this to be included somehow.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Isaiah 58:11
The LORD will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.

2 Samuel 6:13-15
When those who were carrying the ark of the LORD had taken six steps, he sacrificed a bull and a fattened calf. David, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the LORD with all his might, while he and the entire house of Israel brought up the ark of the LORD with shouts and the sound of trumpets.

Proverbs 17:22
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.