During a brainstorming meeting at work last week, the subject of what we wanted people to say at our funerals came up. Telling this story to my friend over the weekend, I said, “I didn’t even think of an adjective; I just thought to myself, ‘I hope someone GOES to my funeral,’ ” and went on to tell him my latest irrational fear: outliving all my family and dying childless and friendless.
My friend, who is turning 50 in a couple of weeks, looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Well then, you may want to look into younger friends.”
If you out-live them all, and I am still around, I will come and honor you 🙂
Excellent!
Mr. B is a gem! I love that retort. I have a similar terrible fear.
I’ve also had this conversation lately, I attended a funeral today which makes it my third in the last month—all unexpected passings. I told my mother I was going to have a Last Rights party where everyone wrote down their wishes. Glad to know I have a couple joiners for this morbid affair.
My friend said it–younger friends. 🙂 It’s working pretty well for him, I must say.
If it’s any consolation, I’ve been having similar thoughts lately myself. I put off the notion of having kids, and now I’ve suddenly awoken to the fact that I may have put it off too long… and since I’m an only child, exactly how is that aging and dying thing going to work anyhow?
Hooray, a young friend! 🙂 And Sprout is even younger!
Not to worry. Not only can you count me among your “young” friends, I will of course come to your funeral…although I hope it’s not for a VERY long time.