POEM: YOU WILL NEVER ATTEND YOUR OWN FUNERAL

[Marianne Spellman]

You Will Never Attend Your Own Funeral 

You will never attend your own funeral

No matter how hard you try

No matter how much you want to see

All your friends tell you goodbye.

No matter how much you long to see it

No matter how good it would make you feel

To see how much pain your passing

Would cause them all as you congeal.

You will never hear the pastor’s gentle words

From the church that you never attended

Never hear the driver’s music in your hearse:

“The Greatest Hits Of Sergio Mendez.”

You will never see your siblings

Bicker over who deals with your shit

You will never see them throw it away

Good riddance and goodbye to most of it.

You will never see your father's loving comfort

To your mother as she cries

While he’s really thinking about the football game

He’s missing because of your demise.

You will never attend your own funeral

Or get the validation of your worth

As the lid closes on your ten-thousand-dollar casket

And you live within the dirt.

[JMac1949 Today]

Loving the dragster hearse, but no funeral, no casket, no dirt for me... with a quart of good tequila and some prescription drugs, I'm slipping off the stern of the boat at sunset and becoming a Happy Hour buffet for the fishes... I'll leave $1000 to cover food and drinks and write a  word or two for the amusement of friends and relatives at the wake.  R&L ;-)

[Harp]

It occurred to me a while back that I really don't care what happens to me after the fact.   I don't want to be a burden on loved ones, so I really don't need expensive caskets and elaborate funeral programs.  It would be a mess anyway because most if not all of my friends are in other parts of the country.    Big green garbage bag and throw what's left away.   Grim realities. 

[Marianne Spellman]

I think JMac has the right idea! Although I would regret washing up half-consumed on some beach and scaring a nice vacationing family or something.