As Shannon and I were driving to her work this morning, we were talking about death and dying and regrets and no regrets and all of that stuff that you talk about when someone you love is experiencing the loss of a loved one.
And of course, we decided to remind each other of our wishes… Now remember that this is my blog that you are reading, so make sure that you keep the drinks far away from the keyboard.
Ok, Shannon and I both agree that we want to be cremated. Philosophically, it is because we do not want our families to feel obligate to have to take care of a small piece of grass. Plus if I cannot get anything other than dirt to grow in my house then what makes you think that I am going to be able to do it in death. No matter how much fertilizer you put on that plot, I will still be able to kill it in death. So no guilt for not making grass grow over my plot.
Plus, I want to have my ashes scattered. There are two things that I have always wanted to do.
First, I want to bungee jump off the side of the George Washington Bridge. 9/11 made that impossible. So I figure if they just throw my urn over the edge, I will get my wish. Now if they do not want to deal with the morning commuter traffic, they have a second option.
Second, I want to go over the Falls at Niagara. Now please do not think that I am that crazy to even believe that it is possible to do in life. I have been there and I have to admit that the fools who go over the Falls alive are plain crazy. I am not crazy. So I figure if I want to go over the Falls, I need to do it when I am dead.
So that is me.
Now, my friend Shannon has only one wish. She wants to be spread in the Garden at Disney World. She figures if she has to spend eternity anywhere she wants to spend it at the happiest place on Earth.
Yep, that is about as deep as it got in the car on the way to work this morning.
I think that we all process death differently. I have realized that if I can't do anything else, I want to make sure that I am able to leave just a bit of laughter and a whole lot of love.
So for the record, there will only be 30 minutes of crying at my transition. If you are 5 minutes late then you only get 25 minutes.
After that, you must bring your sense of humor and a list of all the crazy things that I have ever said or done. The first person who makes me sit up in the casket wins!
I am grateful of all of heartfelt lessons of life and death that I have learned in these past few days.
So now to get on with the business of living.
until we meet again,