“If life must not be taken too seriously-than so neither must death.” ~ Samuel Butler, British author, 1835-1902
This is my funeral dress. Not the one I plan to be buried in, but the one I typically wear to funerals. I bring this up because in the last few months there have been several people around my age whom have died. It’s a bit unsettling.
And I caught myself saying, “I don’t want that at my funeral.”
So I’ve made some decisions before I actually need all the rites and rituals. This will make it easier for my kids … and will ensure my departing will set the right tone for my family and friends – JOY… and not to take death too seriously.
Funeral flowers: I think some edible bouquets would be lovely. So often there are so many floral arrangements, that not all of them find a happy home afterwards. Edibles would help. Viewings often take place during, or around, the dinner hour, and families are starving by the end. Why not have an arrangement – or several – of strawberry tulip buds, melon rosettes, mango daisies, grape hyacinths, and kiwi leaves to take the edge off? They’ll bring smiles to the faces and taste buds of the bereaved and by the end of the viewing they’ll be gone!
Funeral dance: A funeral march sounds so depressing. So regimented and stiff. I’m thinking of something more energetic – like a square dance. Not an actual square dance, though that could be fun for the gathering after, but a livelier step than a funeral shuffle. Can you imagine the priest calling, “Bow to your partner. Bow to your corner. Now promenade.” as my casket is wheeled down the aisle into or out of the church?
Of course the music is the key.
Funeral Praise: Okay, this is the closest thing I could find as an antonym for dirge. I don’t want a dirge: a slow sad song, poem, or musical composition expressing grief or sorrow. NOOOO! I realize many people love Amazing Grace for funerals. I don’t. It is not a sweet sound to me. The songs I’ve chosen – yes, I’ve picked them out – are lively, and joyful, and … well, the refrain for my recessional hymn begins, “Rejoice and be glad!” Quite fitting for a promenade down the aisle behind my casket.
Funeral attire: All I can say is COLOR! Lots of color!
I’m not being sacrilegious. In fact, I think my ideas are more in line with truly celebrating the life of the dearly departed. I’m not sure how much of this I can actually pull off – or my children will go along with. And I’m in no hurry! But I am sure they’ll agree to include the following lines to my obit~
“Donations in Kim’s honor can be made to whichever charities float your boat. And for those attending her services, the deceased requests that no one wear black.”
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