When I die, let there be no obituaries or announcements, for the ones who should know, would know.
Let there be a gathering instead of a funeral, where my friends can relax and speak what they wish.
Let the dress be casual, for no one should be anything but themselves around me.
Let there be mention of my flaws, for there would be no truth or humanity without them.
Let there be humour and laughter, for I love these things in my life.
Let there be no religious service, for my life has been devoid of religion.
Let there be as much celebration of my life as there is mourning that it has ended.
Let everyone have a copy of Turn On The Bright Lights by which to remember me.
Let my ashes be scattered, for I hope to carve my name on hearts, not marble.
i really hope this isn’t a suicide note…! ;)
Sounds like a beautiful way to be remembered. Poetic.
I found myself nodding in agreement to each and every one of the points you mentioned. Wonderfully put. Let there be many more years until anyone needs to reference it! :)
@tina — Nope, just something I’ve recently been thinking about. One of my high-school classmates died from colon cancer two weeks ago. I never knew him well, but was kept up-to-date because he was in my clique at the time.
All the ceremony and protocols had me thinking about what I’d like when I’m gone, which was VERY different from what he had.
@Pearl — Thank you. Just to be remembered is beautiful enough for me.
@dennis — Thanks. :)
At first I thought it’s a suicide note, then I’ve read your comment…pfff, nevertheless it’s beautiful.
Were you disappointed that it wasn’t a suicide note?