I won’t be there to see my instructions fulfilled, but it sure is fun to dream.
I just read this article about interesting ways to die, and it got me thinking about my own death.
Death is a big thing, almost as major as one’s wedding day, because ideally, they have something in common: once you pass it, there’s no turning back.
And like most people, I have my plans for my big day.
None of my plans came to pass on my wedding, so my funeral will be my second chance to get what I want. And this time, I have a game plan: I intend to take everyone by surprise, so they won’t have a chance to “revise” my plans again.
Since I won’t be there to manage things, I thought I should leave this short list of instructions – and hope that when I die, the people around me would respect the dead enough to honor her wishes:
As much as I cherish life in whatever state I may be – for just being able to watch my children live theirs is life enough for me – the time will come when medicine can no longer feasibly, realistically, or affordably maintain my hold on this so-precious life.
When the day comes that I can no longer breathe on my own and there is no real chance that my condition will ever improve, then I ask my family to just keep me comfortable and painless until I finally slip Home to prepare for that joyful day when I meet them again.
Please donate all of my organs to whoever needs it: my eyes, ears, heart, lungs, blood, kidneys, liver – even my hair and, if they are desperate enough, my skin too, though I must say it’s really not in very good condition.
Whatever is left, please have it cremated as soon as possible. I want my family to remember me as a vibrant, living person, not as an empty shell.
I suppose I must have a wake to give my family enough time to grieve with my physical presence, even though it is in ash form. But please make sure not to invite extra guests: I hated visitors when I was alive, and I shall find them even more intrusive when I am dead.
In my country, long and slow funeral processions are common, and they cause traffic jams that make other motorists cuss beneath their breath. Heaven forbid that I should be sworn at after I am dead. So if my family decides to keep my urn at a columbary, then please transport it with as little ado as possible.
However, if it is not against any law, I would much rather have my ashes mixed with soil and used as potting medium for an acacia tree. I first thought a mango tree would be nice, but I doubt anybody would eat its fruit anyway, knowing its history.
This tree would be my final irony, for I have never been able to successfully grow any plant during my lifetime. Hopefully, I would fare better when I am dead.
Besides, I always tell my kids that I will always be with them. With my tree in their garden, I would not only be with them, but with their great grandchildren long after they themselves are gone.
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