Mourning: Mardi Gras style

When I die I have one wish; and only one. That wish is that whoever should survive me has an easy time both mentally and monetarily. As far as my funeral is concerned it doesn't matter to me if my body is buried, cremated, or put in a field to rot. Seriously, when I'm dead it's not going to matter to me what's done with the body that used to be me. I want to leave that decision to the one(s) I leave behind. If whoever is left feels the need to have a big funeral with a band and naked ladies on stilts carrying geese whose feathers have been dyed bright blue and orange so be it. If they feel the need to have a private somber service with just the closest of friends and family in attendance but want fireworks at the end, so be it. If they want to have my shrouded body brought to the top of a mountain, doused with gasoline and lit on fire, so be it. If they want to wrap my body in a sheet and dump me off of the back of a cruise ship and continue on with their their vacation, so be it. The point I'm trying to make is that the people left behind are going to have to cope, not me. My coping days will be over. I want them to have the ability to decide how they want to handle my funeral. You've heard me say that I believed in pre-planning, and I do, this is my pre-plan. I have made sure that there will be funds enough for them to do it their way, so in effect I've paid for it all.

LOL...of all the things I mentioned my wife has promised me that she wouldn't take me to the mountain top and torch me...this is good to know! But I really mean it. They're the ones who are going to have to keep on living and dealing with the death. So when the time comes, all they have to know is that however they choose to handle my remains, I would have agreed with them. And that it's ok to do it their way; because that's my one wish.