Friday, October 22, 2010

when I die

I want to be cremated.

I don't want to be preserved. no formaldehyde, please.

and don't keep my ashes! that's weird. Just dispose of me quietly somewhere, not too close by.

Let me be recycled.

Please don't hold a viewing. Display a nice picture instead. Or, if you can't find a nice picture, a picture of my Magnum face will be fine. There should be a million to choose from.

Have a service. Talk about God.

(I'd really prefer harp music to organ music, but since this is assuming I'm dead I guess that part isn't essential.) (Maybe stick to piano?)

Then have a wake. Make it a party, and everyone eat. Tell stories about us, about why we were friends. Tell good stories and stupid stories, happy stories and sad stories.


say why you liked me. say why you didn't like me. I won't mind.


Feel free to cry.


feel free to laugh.


(But please don't tell that story about that one time. Leave the dead a little dignity, you know?)


Make fun of how I made weird faces in every picture taken of me ever.



It's okay to let people know I was a lousy long-distance friend.


Tell my kids I was bossy and temperamental and sometimes foolish, but I tried hard.


Say that I was beloved.


and then everyone go home without regrets.


That's what I want when I die.

6 comments:

Lindsay Anne Hatfield said...

beautifully written.

let's keep you around a bit longer, though, eh?

Sarah said...

Question: If we were to cremate you... what would happen during the second coming? :) Please don't die.

Leah Vanessa said...

I feel exactly the same way! I just had a conversation about this very thing with my husband. He's finally getting over the whole cremation thing. I'm all about it.

Marlis said...

Lovely. You wrote that so well. That's what I would want to. Have a party in my name. Giggle and laugh and celebrate my life rather than focus of the thing I did the least amount of time, dying. Formaldehyde... I still can't wrap my mind around why we still continue to put a known carcinogen willingly and knowingly into our water table.

I just love this poem. Since our family believes in reincarnation and rebirth we derive much comfort from it.

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

Author: Melinda Sue Pacho

Grandy said...

If you die before me, you are in Time Out!!! I am sentimental, I guess. I just love a nice BURIAL!!! Oh, and don't forget to have an amazing soprano sing "O Divine Redeemer", at my funeral. That can BE my funeral. That song pretty much sums it all up for me. (I have some Hammond girls in mind for the song.) I guess tomorrow in Relief Society I'll mention it to Kristen. She can call Laura. They can flip for it!!! :) If it is soon, their Mom, my friend Sandi, can accompany!! :)

Grandy said...

PS I want to opine on the baby name post...please give me a chance. I JUST KNOW YOU'LL LOVE IT!!! ;) hee.....