And I'm thinking about funerals. Naturally.
I'm thinking about whether I'll be young or old. Who'll be at my funeral? What they'll say about me? Will people cry? Will my darling husband have to deal with planning everything? Or my precious son? What can I do to make it easier?
A-ha! A list!
- I want a navy blue casket. My grandpa had one and it was really pretty. No pictures on the inside or anything.
- I want my funeral to be like a celebration. Guess what? I'm going to be partying in Heaven, so I totally give you permission to party here.
- No depressing organ music. I want a rousing rendition of "I'll Fly Away," like it is on the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. Then Coldplay's "Green Eyes," even though that'll make my husband cry. But it'll be a sweet cry. And maybe that David Crowder song, "How He Loves." That's a great one.
- Everyone should wear green, since that's my favorite color.
- Maybe some of my friends from the drama ministry could perform something I wrote. Something particularly poignant and profound. Provided I've written anything poignant and profound by the time my funeral rolls around.
- And I want the pastor, whoever it is at that point, to use it as an opportunity to share Christ with the people in attendance.
Some people are superstitious and say it's unlucky to talk about your funeral. Like it'll happen sooner. God's got a timeline, and this blog post isn't going to change that. And, honestly, the funeral's not a big deal. It is for the people who need closure and who need to mourn, but I'm not going to be there. It's like a wedding being the big deal. It's one day; it's not the marriage. It just marks the beginning. A funeral is one day; it's not the whole of eternity. It just marks the beginning.
Anyway, I think funerals are interesting. Am I the only morbid person who thinks about this stuff?