Posted on 08/15/2019 9:06:40 AM PDT by Gamecock
At 64 I have thought about this and just about come to the decision of no funeral. I have thought about donating my body to one of the Body Farms for Forensic Study.
I have no desire to be embalmed and put in a coffin to be buried.
Having been to enough funerals there is a certain amount of Hypocrisy involved and the things that may be said at a eulogy are really farfetched and off the mark. All it does it make the family feel better.
Then there is the absurd cost of funerals. What a waste of money. My father died almost three years ago and his was about $12,000. I wanted to opt out of the Vault they want you to buy, $1000. But my sister insisted. The whole process makes me cynical.
My choice would be a nice reception and let it go at that.
Luckily I have twice as many guitars as I have children.
Sounds to me like he wants the Gospel proclaimed.
“At my funeral, I want them to look down and say, ‘Look! He’s moving!’”
Nearly happened to my dentist.
3 years ago I called for an appointment because I lost a filling. No answer. I tried for several days, gave up and called a different dentist.
My wife told me his office was closed.
Last month (3 years later), I found out his office was open so I got an appointment and had my teeth cleaned.
I found out that he’d had a heart attack and then complications and went into a coma. After 3 weeks in a coma, the hospital declared him brain dead and started to schedule organ harvesting. Two days later as they were about to start cutting; he sat up, and got out of bed.
That’s pretty good. Going from brain dead to walking around and going back to his dental practice.
I guess that’s almost like “Look, He’s moving!”
:)
I don’t know if I would want a brain dead dentist working on my teeth...........
I found senior softball and it's been a full time passion ever since. I've made many long time friends with the same love of the game that I have so I gave my family instructions to have me cremated and give the ashes to my friends and have them spread them on the softball diamond where we always play.
Then after the usual game they'll retire to the picnic bench for a couple of beers and start trash talking me.......LOL!
That's what we still do for cheap ass Homer who died last summer. About two weeks before he died we chided him for never buying pizza and his prophetic words were: "Over my dead body".......LOL!
Cheap ass Homer was a Socialist who never married, had lots of money and he left it to a niece and a nephew whom he seldom ever had contact with. In fact, his body laid in the county morgue for 10 days until our league president looked at the player waiver form to see if there was any one listed to contact in case of an emergency which we then turned over to the Troy police dept that had responded to his death.
So after the funeral, which was hosted by the niece and nephew, the post funeral reception was held at a restaurant and all the guys who knew Homer best, ate and drank their brains out knowing they finally got him to pay for something..............LOL!
My other sister got up and told some stories. Same sort of thing.
I got up and told my story about my sister. A life of alcoholism, but also a person that really cared for other people. A life of ups and downs with several times in and out of jails and hospitals.
A life of distressed, drunken calls to her kid brother - crying in agony that she was afraid to die, afraid of God - she had done so many bad things in her life, she didn't want to go to Hell.
And then how something bad turned to good. A year in prison where two gals from the nearby country church witnessed to her and met with her weekly. She learned of the real grace of God and not her simple childhood recollection of God that equated to if you're good you go to Heaven, and if you're bad you go to Hell.
After those years of agonizing phone calls it was unbelievable to hear her on her death bed say “Well, I'm guessing I won't be around much longer. But whatever happens, I know that I am in God's hands.”
I think I closed it off with something like “And I hope that all of us gathered here today will have that same type of relationship with our Creator when we die.”
I was thinking of toning it a bit down on the preaching side, but glad I didn't. Seeing as the pastor didn't even mention God!
A priest friend asked my husband and me to plan our funeral service and give the outline to him for safe keeping. That way arrangements would not be made at a time of grief. My mother borrowed “my funeral” for my father and my grandmother, and we used it for my mother’s. So I have sat through my own service three times.
I spoke at both my mom and dad's funerals. I made sure the Gospel was presented.
I mean, what better time to talk about Heaven and eternity than at a funeral. That's about as real as it's gonna get.
“A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.”
What a great tribute! I am sorry for your losses.
You might be my long lost brother. Funerals and a little plot of land are just stupid.
One hears such awful schmaltz at funerals.
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