go here Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A friend of mine’s husband recently passed away. There were obviously lots of tears as he was one of the “good guys” that was destined to only be with us 47 years. His wife asked me to go to the funeral home with her in order to make the funeral arrangements.
go site Being in our 30’s, we never thought we would be sitting in a funeral director’s office having to pour through catalogs of caskets and urns. It was tough.
The music options included Endless Love and Somewhere Over the Rainbow. The thought of either of those songs playing in the background during the service made us chuckle. We knew her husband was looking down at us then and there shouting out “don’t even think about it!”
source site Because we knew if he were in charge it would go something like this:
“She would want to it to be a simple, small gathering.” And again my ghost would be having a fit hollering. “ No, no, no, I want it big, with an organ and soloist and a room filled to the brim with flowers. And afterwards I want mourning lots of mourning for days on end. And some wailing, yes definitely some wailing too!”
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I needed a funeral plan or else I was likely to be buried in the back yard.
That night when I came home I gave Brody strict instructions of what I expected at my funeral.
Then I said, “And afterwards I want to be cremated and I want you to keep me in a marble urn next to your bedside. And if possible, I want the urn to play my voice – in a continuous loop.”
He finally looked up from his paper as I’d peaked his interest. “What would it say?”
“You know, the usual. Where are you going…what are you doing…don’t leave me here on this table, take me with you!”
“So basically your funeral plan is to nag me even after you are gone.”
And with that, Brody just cemented the playing of Endless Love at his own funeral – – – in a continuous loop.