Monday, January 17, 2011

Score another one for the Grim Reaper.

Traveling to yet another funeral today. Of yet another person who died in her 60s. Friend of the family. Just didn't wake up Friday morning. (They say our generation will be the first that doesn't fare as well financially as its predecessor generation. I think the same will be true of longevity.)

You know, you reach a point in family life where you primarily see each other at funerals. The weddings, people sometimes go to and sometimes don't. But the funerals ... that's where the whole crowd reconvenes. Always the same cast of characters. Men in the same suits you remember from last time, women in some little something they bought special for the occasion.

The only thing that really changes is which one of you is in the casket.


RevRon's Rants said...

I've already bequeathed my organs and tissues to the appropriate agencies, along with instructions that the rest of my remains go to whatever medical school can best make use of them (or the county landfill). I've informed all my kin that if anyone spends any $$ on useless items such as caskets or urns, I'll come back and haunt their asses. I've also been quite specific in letting folks know that if they weren't a significant part of my life (especially in recent years), there's no reason for them to be a part of my death. Those closest to me are welcome to have a party if they like, but the closest I want to an obit is something like, "Sumbitch was OK, but he's gone now." Just can't see anyone else taking the whole mess more seriously than does the "guest of honor."

So much for the suits and frocks (not to mention the preachers who never knew me, anyway). A party would be money much better spent, even if I can't attend.

Dimension Skipper said...

Damn, there should definitely be a "Like" button in blogger for comments like RevRon's... 'Cause that's really all I have to say.

Cal said...

Are they a cause of celebration of the person's life? Or are they sad events?