funereal diseases
Jul. 9th, 2005 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flamingswordIt's hitting me how used I am to the rituals and realities of death. I'm not even sure how many funerals I've been to. At least five, and probably several more I don't remember. I think the sameness and induced boredom of funerals serves a purpose. It's like hypnosis: it makes you calm and mentally nonresponsive so that you can deal during the burial, and not be a total basketcase even if you want to be.
My friend David L is leaving me his severed head so I can keep it in my freezer and bring it out at parties. It's a bit of work to be remembered as the morbid funny guy, but I respect wanting to die as you lived. He doesn't want to be turned into a caricature of himself. He wants to leave the same impression after death that he does now: that life is short, precious, and you should do what you want to before the chance to do it is gone. I'm very proud of him.
What I want for my own funeral: orchids, daffodils, or whatever smells good and is in season. Bright colors are good, shiny things. Not lilies, and hopefully not chrysanthemums. They smell bad. An evening service followed by a wake, because I'm part Irish, and it's a good idea. No religiosity, even pagan - everybody should be comfortable. I want there to be alcohol and I want to leave some blood or tissue in a freezer so that someone can make me into soup and people can eat of my flesh after the service. Myself and several of my friends read too much Heinlein, and if you get the reference at all, you'll understand how comforting it would be to be something communed with, and celebrated.
As to the will and what limited estate I have . . . Doug gets my jewelry, clothes, the comics, and the bed. Mom can have most of my books, except for the pagan stuff, and that gets divided up and passed on to my coven and whoever else wants them.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hellocobweb gets a few pairs of club pants and my techno CD's and ghost_life gets all my make-up type stuff. Molly gets my blue flip chair, for sentimental reasons. Yvonne gets my massage table, and Penny gets my oils. ancestral_tone gets my dry herbs and Isis and Zoe my cat toys. I'm not sure who would want my art supplies, my living plants, and my old artwork. You guys will have to negotiate with Doug. And take care of him. Make him not take a trip off into the unknown, make him live.
In case I die before my mother I want someone to tell her that I lived strong and happy, and that I was raised as prepared for the world as I could have been. That she did a good job, and not to flip out. I've told her before, but she'll need reminding. And you all should be a little wistful, maybe, but mostly you should just miss me occasionally, and look forward to seeing me in our next incarnations, and accept that what time we had was good, and that periods of being together are followed by separation in the natural order of the world. And remember that life is good, and worthwhile, and that I want you to do what you want and live strong and happy, too.
My friend David L is leaving me his severed head so I can keep it in my freezer and bring it out at parties. It's a bit of work to be remembered as the morbid funny guy, but I respect wanting to die as you lived. He doesn't want to be turned into a caricature of himself. He wants to leave the same impression after death that he does now: that life is short, precious, and you should do what you want to before the chance to do it is gone. I'm very proud of him.
What I want for my own funeral: orchids, daffodils, or whatever smells good and is in season. Bright colors are good, shiny things. Not lilies, and hopefully not chrysanthemums. They smell bad. An evening service followed by a wake, because I'm part Irish, and it's a good idea. No religiosity, even pagan - everybody should be comfortable. I want there to be alcohol and I want to leave some blood or tissue in a freezer so that someone can make me into soup and people can eat of my flesh after the service. Myself and several of my friends read too much Heinlein, and if you get the reference at all, you'll understand how comforting it would be to be something communed with, and celebrated.
As to the will and what limited estate I have . . . Doug gets my jewelry, clothes, the comics, and the bed. Mom can have most of my books, except for the pagan stuff, and that gets divided up and passed on to my coven and whoever else wants them.
hellocobweb gets a few pairs of club pants and my techno CD's and ghost_life gets all my make-up type stuff. Molly gets my blue flip chair, for sentimental reasons. Yvonne gets my massage table, and Penny gets my oils. ancestral_tone gets my dry herbs and Isis and Zoe my cat toys. I'm not sure who would want my art supplies, my living plants, and my old artwork. You guys will have to negotiate with Doug. And take care of him. Make him not take a trip off into the unknown, make him live. In case I die before my mother I want someone to tell her that I lived strong and happy, and that I was raised as prepared for the world as I could have been. That she did a good job, and not to flip out. I've told her before, but she'll need reminding. And you all should be a little wistful, maybe, but mostly you should just miss me occasionally, and look forward to seeing me in our next incarnations, and accept that what time we had was good, and that periods of being together are followed by separation in the natural order of the world. And remember that life is good, and worthwhile, and that I want you to do what you want and live strong and happy, too.
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Date: 2005-07-10 01:51 am (UTC)Doug would get all of my anime and art books.
Everything else would probably go to my sister.
Hmn.
Firefly
Date: 2005-07-13 10:15 pm (UTC)Re: Firefly
Date: 2005-07-14 12:24 am (UTC)