Entry for April 17, 2007

dionsent
I was at a funeral today, and the minister mentioned that he was sure that the deceased would have wanted there to be a note of celebration in the ceremony.
When I pass away, I do not want any celebration. I don’t want anyone to break out the acoustic guitars and sing “Always look on the Bright Side of Death”. And I certainly do not want anyone to smile and say that I would have wanted it to be a happy affair.
No! I want the mourners to weep and cry uncontrollably. I want the celebrant to break off the eulogy, cast his eyes upwards and shout to the heavens: “For God’s sake, why didn’t you take me instead!”
I want my friends to wear black and talk in hushed voices for months. I want to ruin dinner parties by my very absence. I want old friends to sit ashen-faced beside by grave on long Summer evenings, perhaps penning sonnets to my memory.
I don’t want celebrated damn it; I want to be missed.