When a friend — who works out at the gym and pops multivites daily — falls over and dies from a cerebral haemorrhage, it’s difficult not to start thinking of your own mortality. He was just 31, smart, capable, and just got his doctorate three months ago. Then he went to meet his Maker.
It was very surreal to attend both a wedding and a funeral in the same church within a span of just 32 hours. If you think about it, your wedding and your funeral are probably the only two occasions where you can actually gather your friends en masse for a 1.5-hour ceremony — if you don’t count your kid’s wedding, that is.
And since I won’t be planning my wedding any time soon, seems like a good idea to start planning my funeral, though i haven’t made any plans to check out soon. Morbid as it sounds, I can think of so many advantages to planning your funeral especially if it were a sudden death. You get to choose how you want your funeral to be, instead of someone else deciding for you. I know of a pastor who has even printed his funeral bulletin!
Off the top of my head, here’s my preliminary funeral plan:
1. Jazz music please. No depressing dirges.
2. Bright colourful flowers welcomed — sunflowers, gerberas. White roses and lilies banned.
3. Orange coffin!
4. I’ve sounded out some friends to preach at my funeral, but judging from the non-response, I’d probably have to record my own voice-from-the-grave sermon.
5. Guests wear anything but black.
That should be enough to go on for now… Or perhaps I should start listing out the food to be served too. 🙂